Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world, To the wind’s every quarter her flag be unfurled; We have bowed at her feet, in the day of her pride, Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied? No! millions of voices will instant reply, For freedom and country, we’ll dare and we’ll die. 67 The Flag of the Brave. AIR--_Red, White and Blue._ Our tars are the lords of the ocean, Our champions on the blue brine, And ’mid the fierce battle’s commotion Our banner, triumphant, shall shine! They’ll win a proud mention in story When cannon loud boom o’er the wave; They’ll garland their banner with glory In fight, ’neath the Flag of the Brave! CHORUS. In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave! In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave! They’ll garland their banner with glory, In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave! As long as a sail dots the ocean, Or sea-breezes blow o’er the deep, As long as the earth keeps in motion, Or stars their lone vigils shall keep-- So long shall Columbia’s brave seamen Be monarchs upon the salt wave: Three cheers for the valor of Freemen! Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave! Chorus--Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave! Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave! Three cheers for the valor of freemen! Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave! 68 The Patriot Soldier. AIR--_America, Commerce and Freedom._ How proud the steps a soldier treads, His country’s cause defending; And dear the blood a freeman sheds, With glory’s laurels blending; Though fiery tempest sweep his path, In battle’s line appearing, And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath, All horrid shapes uprearing, CHORUS. Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave, And hastes to his comrades, to lead them; In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars, His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!” In all the land, from South to North, From East to West, he glories; But fights to drive the traitors forth, And rid its soil of tories! No crafty words his faith can shake-- No force can make him falter; He draws his sword for Union’s sake, And strikes for Freedom’s altar! For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave, And flies to his comrades, to lead them; In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars, His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!” 69 Give us Room. AIR--_Buy a Broom_.