Olustee Sirens
Run ye men of grey valor
Run from this coming foe
Tis a beautiful siren sallow
To your death you go.
Run ye men of Olustee
Run from this way correct
Tis a beautiful tyranny
Your soul to collect.
Run ye men now gone
Run from this mad field
Tis but a distant old song
To the demons yield.
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