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THE STORMING OF MISSION RIDGE.

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Six hero-souls, the first who led,

Hence went to meet their God.

We saw the rebel wagons wind

Along the mountain-road,

And, quickly closing up behind,

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The ragged gray-coats strode.

Their solid ranks passed o'er the plain,

And down the woody glen,

Through Chattanooga valley came

The tramp of armed men.

But mile by mile a race was run,

We gave them rank for rank,

And when the Rossville road was won

We closed upon their flank.

They gained the Ridge, and marched across

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