God moves in a mysterious way

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When Mississippi's Ordinance of Secession was signed on 9 January 1861, it was marked by a ceremony in which the 'Bonnie Blue Flag' was raised over the capitol building in Jackson. Among those who witnessed the event was an Irish comedian named Harry Macarthy, who shortly after wrote and performed the famous song, 'The Bonnie Blue Flag'.

The Bonnie Blue Flag Harry MaCarthy   We are a band of brothers and native to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far, "Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!" Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, Like friends and like brothers both kind were we and just; But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar, We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand, Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand; Next quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida, All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Ye men of valor, gather round the banner of the right, Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight; Davis, our loved president, and Stephens statesman are, Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. And here's to old Virginia, the Old Dominion State, Who with the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate; Impelled by her example, now other states prepare, To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Then cheer, boys, cheer, raise the joyous shout, For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out; And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given, The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave, Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save; And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer, So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

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[America the Beautiful]

[När jag blir stor]

Vad Amerika Sjunger September 2002

the epoch of the single woman

Women´s History

America the Beautiful text och midi

America The Beautiful Katharine Lee Bates wrote the original version in 1893. She wrote the 2nd version in 1904. Her final version was written in 1913. Here is a note from Katharine Lee Bates: "One day some of the other teachers and I decided to go on a trip to 14,000-foot Pikes Peak. We hired a prairie wagon. Near the top we had to leave the wagon and go the rest of the way on mules. I was very tired. But when I saw the view, I felt great joy. All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse." America the Beautiful - 1913 text: Katharine Lee Bates musik: Samuel Ward text och midi O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life ! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!

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När jag blir stor text: Karl Ludvig Östergren (Fjalar) När jag blir stor, vi bygga ett slott av ädelsten och gull med tinnar, torn och brygga och park av rosor full. Där skola fåglar sjunga, och där skall ständig sommar rå, och aldrig skyar tunga få skymma himlen blå. Och du skall drottning vara uti det slottet, moder kär, och ingen nöd och fara dig skola hinna där. Själv skall jag rustning bära och vandra ut kring världen vitt och skörda guld och ära alltsamman skall bli ditt. Allt ont mitt svärd skall krossa, jag troll och vilddjur dräpa skall, men fångars kedjor lossa och frälsa världen all. Jag skydda skall de svaga emot de ondas våld och list. Från jorden skall jag jaga all sjukdom, sorg och brist. Och blir jag kung allenast, var koja stråla skall i ljus, var tiggargosse genast skall gå i sammetsblus.       *** Så drömmer pilten drömmar på moders knä och stark sig tror att länka världens tömmar, så snart han blott blir stor. Far fort och bygg, du lille, det luftslott upp med torn och spång! Det ädla, barnet ville, tar mandom nog en gång. Visst klipper tiden vingen, som flyger stolt mot solen nu, men stor blev ännu ingen, som aldrig drömt som du.

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