Georgia, My Georgia!


Georgia, my Georgia!

Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,
That sounds along thy sunny shore,
And thou shalt lie in chains no more,

Then arm each youth and patriot sire,
Light up the patriotic tire,
And bid the zeal of those ne’er tire.

On thee is laid oppression’s hand,
Around thy altars foemen stand,
To scatter freedom’s gallant band,

But thou has’t noble sons, and brave,
The Stars and Bars above thee wave,
And here we’ll make oppression’s grave,

We bow at Liberty’s fair shrine,
And kneel in holy love at thine,
And while above our stars still shine,

Thy woods with victory shall resound,
Thy brow shall he with laurels crowned,
And peace shall spread her wings around,

Yes, these shal’t teach thy foes to feel,
That Southern hearts, and Southern steel,
Will make them, in submission, kneel

And thou shalt see thy daughter’s, too,
With pride and patriotism true,
Arise with strength to dare and do,

Thy name shall be a name of pride––
Thy heroes all have nobly died,
That thou mayst be the spotless bride

Then wave thy sword and banner high,
And louder raise the battle cry,
’Till shouts of victory reach the sky,

Item Information help

  • Item ID
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Title
  • Creator
    Sinclair, Carrie Bell, b. 1839
  • Illustrated
  • Extent
    20 cm x 13 cm
  • Genre
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