"Heard ye of Vicksburg--the Southern Gibraltar,
Where the hands of our foemen built tyranny's altar,
Where their hosts are walled in by a cordon of braves,
And the pits they have dug for defense are their graves,
Where the red bombs are bursting and hissing the shot,
Where the nine thunders death and the charge follows hot?
Lo--torn by the shot and begrimed by the powder,
The Old Flag is waving there prouder and prouder."
Hanford Lennox Gordon
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