My Maryland (Union Version)

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!

Hark to our noses' dire appeal,
  Maryland, my Maryland!
Oh unwashed Rebs to you we kneel!
  Maryland, my Maryland!
If you can't purchase soap, oh steal
That precious article-I feel
Like scratching from the head to heel
  Maryland, my Maryland!

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!

I see no blush upon thy cheek,
  Maryland, my Maryland!
It's not been washed for many a week,
  Maryland, my Maryland!
To get thee clean-'tis truth I speak-
Would dirty every stream and creek,
From Potomac to Chesapeake,
  Maryland, my Maryland!


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