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THE SONG OF WAR by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: THE SONG OF WAR SHALL ECHO THROUGH OUR MOUNTAINS
Last Line: RESOUNDING THROUGH HER SUNNY MOUNTAINS.
Subject(s): SINGING & SINGERS; WAR;
THE song of war shall echo through our mountains,
Till not one hateful link remains
Of slavery's lingering chains,
Till not one tyrant tread our plains,
Nor traitor-lip pollute our fountains,
No, never till that glorious day
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,
Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.

The song of war shall echo through our mountains,
Till Victory's self shall smiling say
"Your cloud of foes hath pass'd away,
And freedom comes with new-born ray,
To gild your vines and light your fountains!"
Oh! never till that glorious day,
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,
Or hear, O Peace, thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.



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