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THE SOUTH CAROLINA HYMN OF INDEPENDENCE, by            
First Line: South carolinians! Proudly see
Last Line: The drum has beat th' alarm.
Subject(s): American Civil War; Confederate States Of America; South Carolina; U.s. - History; Confederacy


South Carolinians! proudly see,
Our State proclaimed to all the world,
On none dependent, sovereign, free.
Foul treason has its flag unfurled.
Foul treason has its flag unfurled.
From the plains, and from the mountains,
From the ocean's far resounding shore,
Rushing to war, our people pour,
Like a torrent from its fountains.
Arm! Carolinians, arm!
Our country shield from harm.
March on! march on! our banners wave.
The drum has beat th' alarm.

Ruffians bought, -- to Mammon, slave, --
With treach'rous chief, -- a hateful horde!
Onward they swarm, and fiercely rave.
The tyrant comes with fire and sword,
The tyrant comes with fire and sword.
Our altars, and homes to profane;
Mean of heart, and false to their word,
By malice driven, and discord;
With blood, our peaceful land to stain.
Arm, Carolinians, &c.

No sacred standard do they bear,
A ruthless, robber war they wage;
And, howling, from their wolfish lair,
Rush on, with anarchy and rage,
Rush on, with anarchy and rage.
Let them find dishonored graves,
In Southern soil, to freedom dear;
From Southern heroes, fighting where
Our own Palmetto banner waves.
Arm, Carolinians, &c.

Independent, with Sovereign right,
Our soldiers, courageous and Free,
Will valiantly press to the fight,
On to death, or to victory,
On to death, or to victory.
Closing their ranks, in battle's shock,
Breasting firm, the billows of death,
The bayonet's charge, the cannon's breath,
Like breakers on the solid rock.
Arm, Carolinians, &c.

Remember our great English sire!
How Alfred drove the Danish horde;
Saint Andrew's cross, and Erin's lyre;
Marion's swamps, and Sumter's sword,
Marion's swamps, and Sumter's sword.
Of brave DeKalb, the bloody grave;
Our hero Rutledge's great soul;
That awful cannonade, -- whose roll,
Fame, to our lov'd Palmetto gave.
Arm, Carolinians, &c.

The God of Justice, and of Right!
Oppression's sinful hosts disarms:
When, with Christian faith, we fight,
Heaven blesses patriot's arms,
Heaven blesses patriot's arms.
South Carolina's holy cause,
Invites the brave of every land,
Fighting in the glorious bandk,
For State, for Liberty and Laws.
Arm, Carolinians, arm!
Our country shield from harm.
March on! march on! our banners wave,
The drum has beat th' alarm.





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