BRIG. GEN. ISAAC F. QUINBY.

We’re in the right and will prevail,
The Stars and Stripes must fly,
The “bonnie blue flag” be hauled down,
And every traitor die;
Freedom and peace enjoyed by all
As ne’er was known before,
Our Spangled Banner wave on high,
With stars just thirty-four.—Chorus.

AMERICA.

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Key of F.

FIFTH CORPS.

My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble, free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.