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MSS SC 2224 – Mormon Battalion Poem
Number of Pages: 2

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Con,,
You never attempted to wipe out the stain
The blood of the prophet and patriarch slain
Lou[-], murdered and mobbed, and taken our rights
And Called On Our Soaldiers your battles to fight
Though not so many of our Mormons boys ware slain
As the mobocrats lost in the Nauvoo Campaign
Weve fought for A cuntry from which weve been driven
When the Mormon batallion in martial array
Trod to the wild war drum with banners displayed
Their friends to protect and our Country to Aid
The blood of our ancestors fired their veins
And the Soldier remembered his fathers Campaigns
Weve proved to the world that we loyal remain
And the spirit of freedom Still runs in our veins
True to our good way we ever remain
And the Counsil of Heaven forever sustain
Though in exile we wander, Our rights to maintain
We remember Missouri in her early Campaigns
The land once unequaled for virtue and fame
A blot on your pages must ever remain
Savage or Turk, or Spanish domains.
Though for murder and blood shed they [-]ever ben famed
Though never to equal Missouri's campaign

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Mormon Battalion

The mormon battalion Came out of the west
Through all that wild region their troops ware the best
And save their own valor they succor had won
They traversed the desert unaided and A lone
Untarnished their glory unequaled their fame
And long be remembered the Mormon Campaign

The demon of prejudice shrunk with dismay
The home of our childhood.  Our own Native haven
But memory stills cling to that hallowed spot
Where the wild flowers springing around the lome grot
By the tombs of our fathers whose ashes are lain
To rest from their labors and early Campaign 

Come all of you mormons both soldiers and saints
Remember your Calling and cease your Complaints
To build up Gods kingdom to you it belongs
Forget all your sufferings your sorrow and wrongs
And when that we martial our armies Again
May our enemies remember the Mormon Campaign 							
					By John Hancock
				Who went in the 
					Battlion in 
						   1847