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! Blue Jackets, fall in! There’s a march to be made, and a battle to win! 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. Then sound to the color, etc. Jeff. Davis may menace, and Beauregard rage, And defyingly strut their brief hour on the stage; But their empire is ruin--their triumph is shame, And the wrath they provoke will consume them like flame. Then sound to the color, etc. 21 Song of the Zouaves. AIR--_The Plains of Mexico._ Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves, Where dangers darkly frown; Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms, Strike every traitor down. What though their murd’rous squadrons stand, In stern and fierce array; We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge, And quickly clear the way. This Union, which so long hath been The shelt’ring home of all Fair Freedom’s valiant, holy band, Shall not by traitors fall; But it will stand, through storm and strife, The home of Freedom’s band, And naught shall cause its overthrow, While strength lies in our hand. Though years may roll their onward course, Our hands shall ne’er be stayed, Till Freedom’s land be free from strife, And in sweet peace arrayed. And now, farewell to home and friends, And if we ne’er return, ’Twill be because the gallant Sixth All death and danger spurn. 22 The Northmen are Coming. AIR--_I’m Going to be Married._ The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! The Northmen, the Northmen, The warriors of Freedom! The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho! Their star-spangled banners I see, I see! The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see! Down mountain and valley the hosts are streaming, And shouting the battle-cry, “One and Free.” The Northmen are coming, etc. The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear! The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear! The banners outflame like the blazing morn, O’er billows of bayonet, sword and spear. The Northmen are coming, etc.