"We have come to unchain the slave, And not for a dress parade; We have come to save man's flesh from the lash," Said Burke of the Brave Brigade. "We have heard his low cry afar, We have felt the self-same chain, And we've come, my friends, through peace or war, To make the land of the Union Star The land without a stain." THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH. "Go home to your native soil, Ye sons of the Celtic brave; You will have to fight till the last man falls To free the Southern slave." BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE. "We have come to this fight to-day With no maiden, bloodless blade; We have come to fight till the last man falls," Said Burke of the Brave Brigade. "We have felt of an iron heel, We have known a tyrant's hand, We have come to fight till the Rebels reel From the shotted shell of our cannon peal, And the hero-handled brand." THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH. "Then come to the battle charge! Welcome the Celtic yell! 'Twixt you and the South, at the cannon's mouth, 'Tis Gettysburg or Hell!" BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE. "Then 'tis Gettysburg Heights or Hell! We are here till the game is played; And a Hell he will feel who dares our steel," Said Burke of the Brave Brigade. So they fought, and the story runs (All thanks to the Heavenly Powers), That the field was won by the Celtic sons; For Hell flashed Leeward from out their guns, And Gettysburg is ours! TEARS, TEARS. Tears, tears, With wifely fears Immixed--I held my breath, My boy! As down the street The drums did beat That led you to your death, My boy! Oh! Oh! Where'er I go, And soldier boys I see, My jo! I wis', I wis', For him whose kiss Was blessedness to me, My jo! Still, still, By wish and will, The land you saved, I love, My boy! Beneath a stone, It holds your bone, I'll clasp your soul above, My boy! SHERRY IN THE SADDLE. Sherry's not in saddle, Sherry's not in saddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Boys in blue skedaddle, Boys in blue skedaddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Sherry's not in saddle, Sherry's not in saddle, The Southron gray Is King to-day, For Sherry's not in saddle. Sherry's in the saddle, Sherry's in the saddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Boys in gray skedaddle, Boys in gray skedaddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Sherry's in the saddle, Sherry's in the saddle, The Southron gray Bites grass to-day, For Sherry's in the saddle, Sherry in the saddle, Sherry in the saddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Union foes skedaddle, Union foes skedaddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Sherry in the saddle, Sherry in the saddle, By night or day, 'Twixt Blue and Gray, There's hell to pay, When Sherry's in the saddle. HOME! HOME!