We will conquer now, or die!

BETSIE BROWN.

I have loved you all my days,

Betsie Brown,

And I'll never cease to praise

Betsie Brown;

Still must I break love's tie,

To act a patriot part,

But I'll yield thee, as I die,

The last throb of my heart,

Betsie Brown!

For my country let me die,

Betsie Brown,

And never grieve nor cry,

Betsie Brown,

But lay me down to sleep

Where my country's tempests rave,

Where its mountain moss can creep

O'er an humble patriot's grave,

Betsie Brown!

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