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“ Be trailed in the dust, disgraced in the vale,
While our people, the sov’reign, in equity rule?
No: I swear by the love that we bear our old Sire-land,
And the vows we have pledged to this home of the free,
As we’d sheathe our swords in the foes of dear Ireland,
We will use them as freely ’gainst traitors to thee.
Need we fear for our cause when true hearts uphold it?
See the men of all nations now march to the wars;
And shall Erin’s stout hearts stand by and behold it,
Nor strike in their might for the Banner of Stars?
No, no; with their life’s blood they’ll guard the rich treasure ”

“ Between freedom and rapine, like true sons of Mars;
They’ll conquer though traitors their cannon may rattle,
And bring back triumphant the Banner of Stars.
Oh! long may our flags wave in Union together,
And the harp of green Erin still kiss the same breeze,
And brave ev’ry storm that beclouds the fair weather,
Till our harp, like the Stars, floats o’er, rivers and seas.
God prosper manly soul-heart, on both land and ocean,
That goes in defiance of danger and scars,
And send them safe home, to their wives and their sweethearts,
With the harp of old Erin and Banner of Stars. ”

“ For Freedom’s great battle-field mustering, mustering,
Beneath the star-banner, the Flag of the Free!
Draw the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland!
Charge on Rebellion and all its dark powers;
Strike for the Union, Union, Union!
He who holds back is no comrade of ours!
Sheathe the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland!
Only when Rebels no longer contend—
Only when Union, Union, Union!
Shall weld a new bond that no Treason can rend! ”

“ If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,
It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.
’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;
For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!
’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,
That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!
And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,
And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,
And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,
Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.
To the field! etc.
The Flag and the Union. ”

“ May we gather true wisdom from war’s desolation;
From the thick curling smoke, and the fierce cannon’s roar,
Let peace in her beauty rise and smile on our nation;
To show to the world that peace is unfurled,
And war from Columbia forever is hurled, CHORUS.
That the proud Ark of Freedom, with bold, trusty crew,
Still sails ’neath the banner of the Red, White and Blue.
Great God bless our land, for ’tis dyed in the gore
Of the good and the brave of a nation’s defenders;
Oh! may death’s fearful havoc molest us no more,
And Thy love fill the bosom as passion surrenders ”

“ Men with hair thin and white,
Bared their arms for the fight,
And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright;
While gilding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath,
The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.
The bird to that banner forever allied,
Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;
And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,
Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.
And fiercely their light,
Through the smoke of the fight,
Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight ”

“ For our lives and gold, and our honor, we hold
Like the men of the Revolution!
Crying—“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”
Rise, brothers, rise!—let your mingling cries,
Roll out in a grand hosanna!
March, brothers, march! while the stars o’erarch,
We have always our country’s banner!
Crying—“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”
[Pg 62] Traitor, Spare that Flag. BY THOMAS MACEVILY.
Air—Woodman, Spare that Tree.
Traitors, spare that flag! ”

“ Or Treason’s red hand rend our Union asunder,
Break one string from our harp, or extinguish one star,
The whole system’s ablaze with its lightning and thunder.
Let the discord be hushed! Let the traitors be crushed!
Though “Legion” their name, all with victory flushed!
For aye must our motto stand, fronting the sun:
“E Pluribus Unum”—Though many, we’re ONE.
[Pg 32] The Northern Hurrah. Air—Sprig of Shillaly.
Oh, brave is the soul of a true Union man!
He arms for the battle—he springs to the van,
To the war-shout of freemen—the Northern Hurrah! ”

“ Columbia will crown, with the garland of fame;
If they fall, she will weep o’er their glorious scars,
And will lay them to rest ’neath her Banner of Stars;
We know the Volunteers will always be found
In the van of the host, on the blood-redden’d ground.
Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,
To the wind’s every quarter her flag be unfurled ”

“ Fight for the Union!
Fight for the Union!
We will fight for the Union still!
Though Revolution, dark as night,
Enshrouds the Banner of the Free,
There are none so base that will not fight
For this great land of Liberty!
The traitors would the Union sever
Our fathers worked so hard to form;
Yet we are for the Union ever,
Through sunshine, peace, or storm!
Then hear! Oh hear! our country’s call,
Raise our glorious banner high;
Come, rally! rally! one and all!
To save the Union or to die!
[Pg 54] A Mother’s Hymn in Time of War. BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE.
Oh Lord of hosts! ”

“ The Flag of Stars upbears!
Behind the clouds is sunshine bright,
Whose beams we soon shall see!
Fear not! fear not! Jehovah’s might
Still guards the Brave and Free!
No craven doubt shall shake our trust
In Union’s righteous cause;
Our motives pure—our action just—
For Freedom’s Land, and Laws!
Against the foes of man we fight,
And Victory ours shall be!
Fear not! fear not! Jehovah’s might
Still guards the Brave and Free!
[Pg 47] Sweet is the Fight. Air—Sparkling and Bright.
Sweet is the fight
For Freedom’s right,
Though our heart’s best blood be streaming ”

“ There are rebels and traitors to scour from the lea,
So make room for our banner—the Flag of the Free.
To the soft southern breezes our colors are spread,
By the bravest and noblest they’re followed and led,
And wherever they wave, in the battle’s red van,
They are symbols of justice and freedom for man. ”

“ With thunder of cannon, they come, they come!
With tempest of fire, and storm of steel,
To drive out the traitors from Freedom’s home.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
The boom of their cannon is Tyranny’s knell;
Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell;
They fight for the holiest hope of man,
They triumph with Washington, Bruce and Tell. ”

“ Every patriot must off to the fray! [Repeat.]
The land we love is girt with foes,
The flame of war still fiercer glows;
Come, arouse, then, arouse, then, the trumpet calls,
Every patriot must haste to the fray!
’Tis no time, men, no time, men, for fear or pause,
While the trumpet is calling away! [Repeat.]
The Union’s heart is rent in twain,
’Tis ours to bind its cords again!
’Tis no time, men, no time, men, for fear or pause,
While the trumpet is calling away!
Then, away, men, away, men, to follow our flag,
Wheresoever it leads the way ”

“ So we stand by Freedom’s altar,
True to the Old Flag alone!
Once in the land we all were true men,
Joined hand in hand;
Now Treason’s madness makes them foemen,
Cumbering the land;
So we must treat them as we find them,
“Enemies in war;”
Fighting against the Flag of Union,
Friends they can never be, more.
Our true hearts shall never falter,
Here our faith is shown,
Standing now by Freedom’s altar,
True to the Old Flag alone!
[Pg 30] The Birth of Our Banner. BY ROBERT M. HART.
Air—Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean. ”

“ And light in the balance with Union hold life;
Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest,
Though torn must wave over Charleston again.
Union Forever. [Pg 7] Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., Music Publishers,
547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright.
The Union of States forever will stand,
The watchword of Freedom and Fame,
A refuge for all from tyranny’s sway,
An altar for Liberty’s flame.
That Banner, bedecked by Heaven’s own tints,
When threatened with insult or scorn,
Each Patriot heart will rally around,
To shelter its folds from the storm! ”

“ Traitors, spare that flag!
If you would yet be free—
If you’ve the least regard
For homes and liberty;
If not, why, do your best;
We’ve men and means at hand
To spread it to the breeze
O’er all Columbia’s land.
Traitors, spare that flag!
You’ve done mischief enough:
You’ve stolen our gold and guns,
And talked vain boasting stuff;
Then, touch not that proud flag,
That banner of the free,
Lest vengeance dire and deep
May engulf you in misery.
[Pg 63] A Life in the Soldier’s Camp. BY JAS. O’C., COMPANY D, ANDERSON ZOUAVES.
Air—Life on the Ocean Wave. ”

“ To endless time our Union
Will but increase in fame.
Fight, comrades, for our nation,
For Freedom’s holy light;
In union is salvation,
God will protect the right.
[Pg 26] My Love he is a Zou-zu.
My love is a Zou-zu so gallant and bold,
He’s rough and he’s handsome, scarce nineteen years old,
To show off in Washington, he has left his own dear,
And my heart is a-breaking because he’s not here. CHORUS.
For his spirit was brave ”

“ On the battle-field lie wounded,
Dying, dead,—no mother there!”
Rich men give up golden treasures—
Money, ships and merchandise;
Brave men give up care and pleasures
For the liberties they prize!
But no holier gifts are proffered
By the hero’s heart and hand,
Than the sacrifices offered
By the women of the Land!
[Pg 20] Blue Jackets, Fall in! Air—Bonny Dundee.
Let the plotters of treason their standard forsake,
And abandon the eagle for vulture or snake;
But the man who’s a true man, wherever he be,
Follows only one banner—the Flag of the Free. CHORUS.
Then sound to the color! ”

“ Swells the shout of the free for the land they love best,
In a war-hymn for freedom—the Northern Hurrah!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
[Pg 33] The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars. Air—St. Patrick’s Day.
The war-trump has sounded, our rights are in danger;
Shall the brave sons of Erin be deaf to the call,
When freedom demands of both native and stranger,
Their aid, lest the greatest of nations should fall? ”

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“ And there’s life in a hero’s grave.
When the cause we serve is a righteous cause,
And the flag we bear unstained,
And our patriot steel, for the common weal,
We lift, with hands unchained,
There is never a power can bar our path,
Nor force can bid us turn,
Till we clasp our brands, with a victor’s hands,
Or they lie on the funeral urn!
Away! away! etc.
[Pg 56] The Union Gunning Match. BY ROBERT M. HART.
Air—Johnny Stole the Ham.
The Union boys are all out gunning,
Are all out gunning, are all out gunning—
The Union boys are all out gunning—
Oh listen to the noise. ”

“ Freedom’s air with freemen’s cheers!
“See our men go forth to battle,
Take the soldier’s hardy fare,
Face the fearful cannon’s rattle,
Danger, death and drudgery bear.
“What give you, heroic women,
Loving mothers, tender wives?”
Comes the answer superhuman:
“We give up our dear ones’ lives! ”

“ By the great central orb they would all be brought back,
And held, each in her place, by a wholesome coercion.
Should one daughter of light be indulged in her flight,
They would all be engulfed by old Chaos and Night ”

“ There’s plenty of good Union men for the Stars and Stripes, you know,
Cruising down around the banks, etc.
Come all you young girls, and spin us some yarn,
You can make us clothing to keep ourselves warm,
And you can knit and spin, my girls, while we can reap and mow;
Cruising down around, etc.
If any of them Southerners dare to come nigh,
We’ll rush into the States, and conquer or we’ll die;
We’ll rush into the ranks and strike a powerful blow,
Cruising down around, etc.
[Pg 35] Our Flag. BY R. W. MACGOWAN.
Air—The American Boy. ”

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