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I	A
Shell the old city I shell	B
Ye myrmidons of Hell	B
Ye serve your master well	B
With hellish arts	C
Hurl down with bolt and fire	D
The grand old shrines the spire	E
But know your demon ire	E
Subdues no hearts	C
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II	A
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There we defy ye still	F
With sworn and resolute will	F
Courage ye cannot kill	F
While we have breath	G
Stone walls your bolts may break	H
But ere our souls ye shake	H
Of the whole land we'll make	H
One realm of death	G
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III	A
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Dear are our homes our eyes	I
Weep at their sacrifice	J
And with each bolt that flies	I
Each roof that falls	K
The pang extorts the tear	L
That things so precious dear	M
To memory love and care	L
Sink with our walls	K
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IV	N
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Trophies of ancient time	O
When with great souls sublime	O
Opposing force and crime	O
Our fathers fought	P
Relics of golden hours	Q
When for our shrines and bowers	Q
Genius with magic powers	Q
Her triumphs wrought	P
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V	N
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Each Sabbath hallowed dome	R
Each ancient family home	R
The dear old southwest room	S
All trellised round	T
Where gay bright summer vines	U
Linked in fantastic twines	U
With the sun's blazing lines	U
Rubied the ground	T
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VI	N
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Homes sacred to the past	V
Which bore the hostile blast	V
Though Spain France Britain cast	V
Their shot and shell	B
Tombs of the mighty dead	W
That in our battles bled	W
When on our infant head	W
These furies fell	B
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VII	N
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Halls which the foreign guest	X
Found of each charm possessed	X
With cheer unstinted blessed	X
And noblest grace	U
Where drawing to her side	Y
The stranger far and wide	Y
Frank courtesy took pride	Y
To give him place	U
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VIII	N
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The shaded walks the bowers	U
Where through long summer hours	U
Young Love first proved his powers	U
To win the prize	U
Where every tree has heard	Z
Some vows of love preferred	Z
And with his leaves unstirred	Z
Watch'd lips and eyes	U
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IX	U
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Gardens of tropic blooms	U
That through the shaded rooms	U
Sent Orient winged perfumes	U
With dusk and dawn	A2
The grand old laurel tall	B2
As sovereign over all	B2
And from the porch and hall	B2
The verdant lawn	A2
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X	U
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Oh when we think of these	U
Old homes ancestral trees	U
Where in the sun and breeze	U
At morn and even	C2
Was to enjoy the play	D2
Of hearts at holiday	D2
And find in blooms of May	D2
Foretaste of Heaven	E2
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XI	U
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Where as we cast our eyes	U
On thing's of precious prize	U
Trophies of good and wise	U
Grand noble brave	N
And think of these so late	Z
Sacred to soul and state	Z
Doomed as the wreck of fate	Z
By fiend and slave	N
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XII	U
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The inevitable pain	F2
Coursing through blood and brain	F2
Drives forth like winter rain	F2
The bitter tear	L
We cannot help but weep	G2
From depth of hearts that keep	G2
The memories dread and deep	G2
To vengeance dear	M
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XIII	U
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Aye for each tear we shed	Z
There shall be torrents red	Z
Not from the eye founts fed	Z
But from the veins	U
Bloody shall be the sweat	Z
Fiends felons that shall yet	Z
Pay retribution's debt	Z
In torture's pains	U
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XIV	N
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Our tears shall naught abate	Z
Of what we owe to hate	Z
To the avenging fate	Z
To earth and Heaven	E2
And soon or late the hour	D
Shall bring th' atoning power	D
When through the clouds that lower	D
The storm bolt's driven	E2
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XV	N
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Shell the old city shell	B
But with each rooftree's knell	B
Vows deep of vengeance fell	B
Fire soul and eye	N
With every tear that falls	U
Above our stricken walls	U
Each heart more fiercely calls	U
'Avenge or die '	-

William Gilmore Simms

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