Up from the valley deeps, Down from the crags, Out from the forest-aisles, Waving our flags-- Marching with warlike tread, Forward we come, Sons of America, Following the drum! Shouting our battle-cries, Forward we come, Sons of America, Following the drum! Down from New England hills, Out from New York, Over the Jersey plains, Strong for our work-- From Pennsylvania’s glens, From Indiana, Up from the O-hi-o, Under our banner. Michigan’s riflemen, Oregon’s scouts, Landsmen and mariners, Mingling their shouts; Under the Flag of Stars-- Waving still high-- Still for the Union, boys, Stand we or die! 41 Victory’s Band. AIR--_Dixie’s Land._ We’re marching under the Flag of Union, Keeping step in brave communion! March away! march away! away! Victory’s band Right down upon the ranks of rebels, Tramp them underfoot like pebbles, March away! march away! away! Victory’s band. CHORUS. Oh! we’re marching on to Victory! Hurrah! hurrah! In Victory’s band we’ll sweep the land, And fight or die for Victory! Away! away! We’ll fight or die for Victory! The rebels want a mongrel nation, Union and Confederation! March away! march away! away! Victory’s band! But we don’t trust in things two-sided, And go for Union undivided, March away! march away! away! Victory’s band! Oh! we’re marching, etc. We’re marching down on Dixie’s regions, With Freedom’s flag and Freedom’s legions, March away! march away! away! Victory’s band! We’re rolling down, a “Pending Crisis,” With cannon-balls for Compromises, March away! march away! away! Victory’s band! Oh! we’re marching, etc. 42 Mustering-Chorus. AIR--_The Merry Swiss Boy._ Come arouse, men, arouse, men, the trumpet calls, 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; [_Repeat._] Let factions cease, let parties die, Let Union be our only cry-- And away, men, away, men, to follow our flag, Wheresoever it leads the way!