Chords for Maryland, My Maryland

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The despot's heel [Em] is on thy shore, [Am] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
His touch is at [Em] thy temple door, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
_ Avenge the _ [D] patriotic gore that flecked the streets [G] of Baltimore,
And be the battle [Em] queen of yore, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
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Hark to a wandering [Em] son's appeal, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
My mother's state [Em] to thee I kneel, [Am] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
For life and death, [D] for woe and weal, I peerless [G] chivalry reveal,
And gird thy [Em] beauteous limbs with steel, [D] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
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Thou wilt not cower [Em] in the dust, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Thy beaming sword [Em] shall never rust, [Am] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
_ Remember [D] Carol's sacred trust, Remember [G] Howard's warlike trust,
And all thy [E] slumbers with the just, [Am] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
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Come, for thy shield [E] is bright and strong, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Come, for thy [Em] dalliance does thee wrong, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Come to thine [D] own heroic throng, That stalks with [G] liberty along,
And give a new [Em] key to thy song, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn! _ _ _ _ _
Dear mother, burst [Em] the tyrant's [Am] chain, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Virginia should [Em] not call in vain, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
She meets her [D] sisters on the plain, Six-tempered [G] is the proud refrain,
That baffles [Em] minions back of [Am] Maine, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn! _ _ _ _ _
I see the blush [Em] upon thy cheek, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
But thou wilt [E] never bravely [Em] meet, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
But lo, there [D] surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, [G] from creek to creek,
Potomac calls [Em] to Chesapeake, [D] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
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Thou wilt not yield [Em] the vandal [Am] told, Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Thou wilt not crook [Em] to his control, [A] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
Better the fire [D] upon thee roll, Better the blade, [G] the shot, the bowl,
Than crucifixion [Em] on the soul, [D] Marilyn, [G] my Marilyn!
_ _ I hear the distant [Em] thunder hum, [A] Marilyn, my [G] Marilyn!
The old lines [Em] bugle, fife and drum, [Am] [D] Marilyn, my Marilyn!
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb, Huzzah, she spurns [G] the northern scum!
She breathes, she burns, [Em] she'll come, she'll come, _
[Am] _ Marilyn, _ [D] my [G] Marilyn! _ _ _ _
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