Fear no danger! Shun no labor! Lift up rifle, pike, and saber! To arms, etc. Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, Let the odds make each heart bolder! To arms, etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. How the South's great heart rejoices, At your cannons' ringing voices; To arms! etc. For faith betrayed and pledges broken, Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken; To arms! etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. Strong as lions, swift as eagles, Back to their kennels hunt these beagles; To arms! etc. Cut the unequal words asunder! Let them then each other plunder! To arms! etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. Swear upon your country's altar, Never to submit or falter! To arms! etc. Till the spoilers are defeated, Till the Lord's work is completed. To arms! etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. Halt not till our Federation Secures among Earth's Powers its station! To arms! etc. Then at peace, and crowned with glory, Hear your children tell the story! To arms! etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. If the loved ones weep in sadness, Victory soon shall bring them gladness: To arms! etc. Exultant pride soon banish sorrow; Smiles chase tears away to-morrow. To arms! etc. Advance the flag of Dixie! etc. THE RIGHT ABOVE THE WRONG. BY JOHN W OVERALL. In other days our fathers' love was loyal, full, and free, For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea; They fought the battles of King George, and toasted him in song, For them the Right kept proudly down the tyranny of Wrong. But when the King's weak, willing slaves laid tax upon the tea, The Western men rose up and braved the Island of the Sea; And swore a fearful oath to God, those men of iron might, That in the end the Wrong should die, and up should go the Right. The King sent over hireling hosts--Briton, Hessian, Scot-- And swore in turn those Western men, when captured, should be shot; While Chatham spoke with earnest tongue against the hireling throng, And mournfully saw the Right go down, and place give to the Wrong. But God was on the righteous side, and Gideon's sword was out, With clash of steel, and rattling drum, and freeman's thunder-shout; And crimson torrents drenched the land through that long, stormy fight, But in the end, hurrah! the Wrong was beaten by the Right! And when again the foemen came from out the Northern Sea, To desolate our smiling land and subjugate the free, Our fathers rushed to drive them back, with rifles keen and long, And swore a mighty oath, the Right should subjugate the Wrong.