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I	A
Our city by the sea	B
As the rebel city known	C
With a soul and spirit free	B
As the waves that make her zone	C
Stands in wait for the fate	D
From the angry arm of hate	D
But she nothing fears the terror of his blow	E
She hath garrisoned her walls	F
And for every son that falls	F
She will spread a thousand palls	F
For the foe	E
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II	A
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Old Moultrie at her gate	D
Clad in arms and ancient fame	G
Grimly watching stands elate	D
To deliver bolt and flame	G
Brave the band at command	H
To illumine sea and land	H
With a glory that shall honor days of yore	I
And as racers for their goals	F
A thousand fiery souls	F
While the drum of battle rolls	F
Line the shore	I
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III	A
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Lo rising at his side	J
As if emulous to share	K
His old historic pride	J
The vast form of Sumter there	K
Girt by waves which he braves	F
Though the equinoctial raves	F
As the mountain braves the lightning on his steep	L
And like tigers crouching round	M
Are the tribute forts that bound	M
All the consecrated ground	M
By the deep	L
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IV	E
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It was calm the April noon	N
When in iron castled towers	F
Our haughty foe came on	O
With his aggregated powers	F
All his might 'gainst the right	P
Now embattled for the fight	P
With Hell's hate and venom working in his heart	Q
A vast and dread array	R
Glooming black upon the day	R
Hell's passions all in play	R
With Hell's art	Q
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V	E
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But they trouble not the souls	F
Of our Carolina host	S
And the drum of battle rolls	F
While each hero seeks his post	S
Firm though few sworn to do	T
Their old city full in view	T
The brave city of their sires and their dead	U
There each freeman had his brood	V
All the dear ones of his blood	W
And he knew they watching stood	X
In their dread	U
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VI	E
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To the bare embattled height	P
Then our gallant colonel sprung	Y
'Bid them welcome to the fight '	-
Were the accents of his tongue	Y
'Music band pour out grand	H
The free song of Dixie Land	H
Let it tell them we are joyful that they come	Z
Bid them welcome drum and flute	A2
Nor be your cannon mute	A2
Give them chivalrous salute	A2
To their doom '	-
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VII	E
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Out spoke an eager gun	B2
From the walls of Moultrie then	C2
And through clouds of sulph'rous dun	B2
Rose a shout of thousand men	C2
As the shot hissing hot	D2
Goes in lightning to the spot	D2
Goes crashing wild through timber and through mail	E2
Then roared the storm from all	F2
Moultrie's ports and Sumter's wall	F2
Bursting bomb and driving ball	F2
Hell in hail	E2
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VIII	E
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Full a hundred cannon roared	G2
The dread welcome to the foe	E
And his felon spirit cowered	G2
As he crouched beneath the blow	E
As each side opened wide	G2
To the iron and the tide	G2
He lost his faith in armor and in art	G2
And with the loss of faith	H2
Came the dread of wounds and scath	H2
And the felon fear of death	H2
Wrung his heart	G2
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IX	F
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Quenched then his foul desires	F
In his mortal pain and fear	I2
How feeble grew his fires	F
How stayed his fell career	I2
How each keel made to reel	J2
'Neath our thunder seems to kneel	J2
Their turrets staggering wildly to and fro blind and lame	G
Ironsides and iron roof	E
Held no longer bullet proof	E
Steal away shrink aloof	E
In their shame	G
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X	F
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But our lightnings follow fast	G2
With a vengeance sharp and hot	G2
Our bolts are on the blast	G2
And they rive with shell and shot	G2
Huge the form which they warm	K2
With the hot breath of the storm	K2
Dread the crash which follows as each Titan mass is struck	L2
They shiver as they fly	E
While their leader drifting nigh	E
Sinks choking with the cry	E
'Keokuk '	-
XI	F
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To the brave old city joy	M2
For that the hostile race	F
Commissioned to destroy	M2
Hath fled in sore disgrace	F
That our sons at their guns	F
Have beat back the modern Huns	F
Have maintained their household fanes and their fires	F
And free from taint and scath	H2
Have kept the fame and faith	H2
And will keep through blood and death	H2
Of their sires	F
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XII	F
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To the Lord of Hosts the glory	F
For His the arm and might	G2
That have writ for us the story	F
And have borne us through the fight	G2
His our shield in that field	G2
Voice that bade us never yield	G2
Oh had he not been with us through the terrors of that day	G2
His strength hath made us strong	N2
Cheered the right and crushed the wrong	N2
To His temple let us throng	N2
PRAISE AND PRAY	G2

William Gilmore Simms

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