“ My heart is in the South boys, my heart is not here,
We will rally round the Standard boys for liberty so dear;
My heart is in the South boys, and cheerfully I go,
The tyrant host will tremble boys, to meet an honest foe.
My heart is in the South boys, no iron rule is there
To crush our noble freedom, whose glorious cause we share;
Then rally round the Standard boys, our fathers’ voices cry,
Our watchword shall be liberty, to conquer or to die.
My heart is in the South boys, no coward sons are we,
Our fathers shed their blood for us, and should we not be free? ”