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Rh  Where right is crushed by force,
 * And manhood is stricken dead —

There dwelleth the ancient curse,
 * And the blood on the earth is red!

O song of a soldier riding down To the raging fight from Winchester town; No song of a time that shook the earth With the nations' throe at a nation's birth; But the song of a brave man, free from fear As Sheridan's self or Paul Revere; Who risked what they risked, free from strife, And its promise of glorious pay—his life!

The peaceful valley has waked and stirred. And the answering echoes of life are heard: