Barbara Frietchie

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1. Up from the meadows rich with corn,
2. Clear in the cool September morn.
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4. The clustered spires of Frederick stand
5. Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
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7. Round about them orchards sweep,
8. Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
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10. Fair as the garden of the Lord
11. To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
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13. On that pleasant morn of the early fall
14. When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;
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16. Over the mountains winding down,
17. Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
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19. Forty flags with their silver stars,
20. Forty flags with their crimson bars,
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22. Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
23. Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
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25. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
26. Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
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28. Bravest of all in Frederick town,
29. She took up the flag the men hauled down;
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31. In her attic window the staff she set,
32. To show that one heart was loyal yet.
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34. Up the street came the rebel tread,
35. Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
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37. Under his slouched hat left and right
38. He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
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40. "Halt!"--the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
41. "Fire!"--out blazed the rifle-blast.
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43. It shivered the window, pane and sash;
44. It rent the banner with seam and gash.
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46. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
47. Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
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49. She leaned far out on the window-sill,
50. And shook it forth with a royal will.
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52. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
53. But spare your country's flag," she said.
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55. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
56. Over the face of the leader came;
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58. The nobler nature within him stirred
59. To life at that woman's deed and word.
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61. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head
62. Dies like a dog! March on!" he said.
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64. All day long through Frederick street
65. Sounded the tread of marching feet.
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67. All day long that free flag tost
68. Over the heads of the rebel host.
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70. Ever its torn folds rose and fell
71. On the loyal winds that loved it well;
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73. And through the hill-gaps sunset light
74. Shone over it with a warm good-night.
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76. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
77. And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
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79. Honor to her! and let a tear
80. Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
81.  
82. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,
83. Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
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85. Peace and order and beauty draw
86. Round thy symbol of light and law;
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88. And ever the stars above look down
89. On thy stars below in Frederick town!
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91. 1863.