Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding, The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain, While Death on his charger in battle is bounding, And leaving behind him our patriot slain. Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted, To battle for country, for God, and our right; And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted, Who silently languish in grief's fearful night; Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps, And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh. Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springing Beside where the loved ones of Erin lie low, And down in the village the church-bells are ringing-- Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe. He has not forgotten thy love and affection-- The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh-- They linger together in fond recollection, And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh. Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrel Is, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh. Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and Thistle Are linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day, And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle, Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray. We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen, The home in the West for the true and the brave; And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead them To triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave. Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance, I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh. 37 Stand by the Union. AIR--_Wait for the Wagon._ Fellow-citizens and soldiers! I’ve a word or two to say, There’s no use to dodge the question, or to flout the facts away; If a man is not a traitor, he’ll not fear to show his hand, And unless we all are rebels, we must by the Union stand. CHORUS. Stand by the Union! Stand by the Union! Stand by the Union! and be on the right side. When soldiers’ plumes are dyed with blood, the good old hearty red, We’d better mark the knave who wears white feathers on his head; While batteries menace Washington, and rebel armies rise, A coward or a traitor’s he who prates of “Compromise.” Stand by the Union, etc. The only Compromise we’ll make is at the cannon’s mouth, The only terms of Peace we’ll give--Submission by the South: One only power must rule the land--it can’t be ruled by two-- And we must prove who strongest are--the Traitors or the True! Stand by the Union, etc. ’Tis ours to meet and measure now the powers of Right and Wrong, While they are weak with Slavery, in Union we are strong; For all that Washington bequeathed to humankind we fight-- Hurrah, then, for the Union! and may God protect the Right! Stand by the Union, etc.