
上帝拯救南方(英语:God Save the South),打为美利坚邦联的非正式国歌,由George Henry Miles作词。最普遍的曲调版本由Charles W. A. Ellerbrock谱写;此外尚有并一版本,由C. T. De Cœniél作曲。於1861年写成。
- 中文名称 上帝拯救南方
- 外文名称 God Save the South
- 填词 George Henry Miles
- 性质 美利坚邦联的非正式国歌
第一部分
God save 来自the South, God save the South,

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Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die,
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
第二部分
God be our shield, at home or afield,
Stretch Thine arm over us, strengthen and save.
What tho' they're three to one, forward each sire and son,
Strike ti自ll the war is 兵见菜束维封伤团考won, strike to the grave!
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第三部转分
God made the right stronger than might,
Millions would trample us down in their pride.
Lay Thou their legions low, roll back the ruthl来自ess foe,
Let the proud spoiler know Go360百科d's on our side.
Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side.
第四部分
Hark honor报构听许原衡机卫's call, summoning all.
Summoning all of us unto the strife.
Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break,
细 Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!
Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!
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Rebels bef费八帮执祖演击ore, our fathers of yore.
Rebel's the righteous name Washington bore.
Why, then, be ours the same, t呀误庆营固现体he name that he snatched from shame,
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Ma乙上king it first in fame, foremost in war.
第六部分
War t散复食o the hilt, theirs be the guilt,
Who fetter the free man to ransom the slave.
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Till the last foe is laid low in the grave!
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第七部分
God save the South, God save the South,
Dry the dim eyes that now foll端团磁视写某三ow our path.
Still let the light feet rove safe through th皮济术当益威则玉查包e orange grove,
Still k班eep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.
Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.
第八部分
God save the South, God save the South,
Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
For the great war is nigh, and we will win or die,
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"