The Clopton Chronicles

A Project of the Clopton Family Genealogical Society

 

 

 

GEORGIA, MY GEORGIA!

By Carrie Bell Sinclair[1]

 

 

Hark!  ‘tis the cannon’s deafening roar,

                That sounds along thy sunny shore,

And thou shalt lie in chains no more,

                My wounded, bleeding Georgia!

Then arm each youth and patriot sire,

Light up the patriotic fire,

And Bid the zeal or those that ne’er tire,

                Who strike for thee, my Georgia!

 

Yes, these shall teach thy foes to feel

That Southern hearts, and Southern steel,

Will make them in submission kneel

                Before the sons of Georgia!

 

On thee is laid oppression’s hand,

Around thy altars foremen stand,

To scatter Freedom’s gallant band,

                And lay thee low, my Georgia!

But thou hast noble sons, and brave,

The Stars and Bars above thee wave,

And here we’ll make oppression’s grave,

Upon the soil of Georgia!

 

Yes, these shall teach thy foes to feel

That Southern hearts, and Southern steel,

Will make them in submission kneel

                Before the sons of Georgia!

 

We bow at Liberty’s fair shrine,

And kneel in holy love at thine,

And while above our stars still shine,

We’ll strike for them and Georgia!

Thy woods with victory shall resound,

Thy brow shall spread her wings around

                My own, my sunny Georgia!

 

Yes, these shall teach thy foes to feel

That Southern hearts, and Southern steel,

Will make them in submission kneel

                Before the sons of Georgia!

 

 

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