Hark! how the hymns of glory swell Above our fathers’ graves! Th’ unfaltering men of Seventy-Six Begot no race of slaves. The blood that bought our sacred right Still in their lineage runs; No tribute gold, no traitor’s might Shall wrest it from their sons. Shade of heroic Washington! Still guard our Native Land! Rebuke, rebuke each wavering one, Direct each ardent hand! Oh, mother of a matchless race! Hear our united cry! ’Tis noble in your cause to live, And nobler still to die! 58 The Stars and Stripes. Copied by permission of RUSSELL & PATEE, Music Publishers, 61 Court street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Rally round the flag, boys- Give it to the breeze! That’s the banner _we_ love, On the land and seas. Brave hearts are under it; Let the _Traitors_ brag; Gallant lads, fire away! And fight for the flag. _Their_ flag is but a rag-- Ours is the _true_ one; Up with the Stars and Stripes! Down with the new one! Let our colors fly, boys-- Guard them day and night; For Victory is Liberty, And God will bless the Right. 59 The “Mud-Sills” Greeting. AIR--_Yankee Doodle._ Oh nigger-drivers, don’t you know You ought to have a thrashing, For kicking up this mighty row-- This game of Union-smashing? Not satisfied with what you’ve got, You want to bag and steal, sirs, Our Capitol and capital-- With Jonathan you’ve to deal, sirs! CHORUS. So corn-cobs twist your hair, Gun-wheels run around you, Alligators drag you off, And empty kegs surround you! The “mud-sills” have at length got tired Of insolence and treason; They’ll teach the rebels an all-fired Lesson for the season. Then sneak behind masked batteries, Lay down in your trenches, Send the darkies out on guard, Make armorers of their wenches. CHORUS. Yankee boys will make you hear Constitution’s thunder! Yankee blades in Yankee hands Will fill your souls with wonder. 60 The Past and Present. BY ROBERT M. HART. AIR--_Old Bob Ridley O._ Old Abram came across the mountains, By rural cots and gushing fountains, To rule a great and happy nation-- And the brightest gem in all creation; Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O, Our hearts are true to stand by you, Abram Lincoln O.