If you travel in the West, One shy glance will pierce your breast From a bright eye, O so bright! And an auburn heaven of hair Will so glorify the air, You'll surrender all your soul at sight. Oho! My Boy! Oho! Always for your weal and never for your woe, Your little heart will gallop on the go, And it will not give you rest Within your manly breast, Till you land yourself in toto at her toe. Oho! My Boy! Oho! Thus, the land we love Is a land of pretty girls, In grand variety; With their many colored eyes And their multi-colored curls, They'll steal thy heart from thee. THE UNION OATH. By the Revolution's dead, By their Blood in battle shed, By the Earth that drank their gore, By the Heaven in which they soar, By the Union Stripe and Star, By the God of Righteous War, Swear to conquer, or to die! Swear to conquer, Swear to conquer, Swear to conquer _now_, or die! By the Revolution's dead, By their Blood in battle shed, By the Earth that drank their gore, By the Heaven in which they soar, By the Union Stripe and Star, By the God of Righteous War, We will conquer now, or die! We will conquer! We will conquer! We will conquer _now_, or die! BETSIE BROWN. I have loved you all my days, Betsie Brown, And I'll never cease to praise Betsie Brown; Still must I break love's tie, To act a patriot part, But I'll yield thee, as I die, The last throb of my heart, Betsie Brown! For my country let me die, Betsie Brown, And never grieve nor cry, Betsie Brown, But lay me down to sleep Where my country's tempests rave, Where its mountain moss can creep O'er an humble patriot's grave, Betsie Brown! And should my boy, with thee, Betsie Brown, By my grave once bend the knee, Betsie Brown, Teach him to bleed or die For his country or his God, Like him whose ashes lie Beneath the loving sod, Betsie Brown! SWORD OF JEHOVAH. Sword of Jehovah, swing O'er the world's ravening, Wide on the tempest's wing, Swing far! Swing free! Where the mailed hand is set, Braced to the bayonet, Bloody and warm and wet, Swing far! Swing free! Strike where the sordid great Revel in royal state, Liberty desolate, Strike far! Strike free! Where the King's coursers champ, Where the mailed millions tramp, Ringed round the tyrant's camp, Strike far! Strike free! Fall where the Kaiser stands, Guarded by gory bands, Known by their bloody hands, Fall far! Fall free! Till the last Despots die, Till the Christ, lifted high, Consummates Destiny, Fall far! Fall free! BLACK EYES.