And should my boy, with thee, Betsie Brown, By my grave once bend the knee, Betsie Brown, Teach him to bleed or die For his country or his God, Like him whose ashes lie Beneath the loving sod, Betsie Brown! SWORD OF JEHOVAH. Sword of Jehovah, swing O'er the world's ravening, Wide on the tempest's wing, Swing far! Swing free! Where the mailed hand is set, Braced to the bayonet, Bloody and warm and wet, Swing far! Swing free! Strike where the sordid great Revel in royal state,
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