Maryland, my Maryland (Northern version) |
Anonymous
The Rebel feet are on our shore, Maryland, my Maryland! I smell 'em half a mile or more, Maryland, my Maryland! Their shockless hordes are at my door, Their drunken generals on my floor, What now can sweeten Baltimore? Maryland, my Maryland!
2. Hark to our noses' dire appeal, | 3. You're covered thick with mud and dust, Maryland, my Maryland! As though you'd been upon a bust, Maryland, my Maryland! Remember, it is scarcely just, To have a filthy fellow thrust Before us, till he's been scrubbed fust, Maryland, my Maryland!
4. I see no blush upon thy cheek, |