Then mark the joyous brightening; See how each bosom swells; That friends and loved ones all are safe, Each to the other tells. All day the shot flew thick and fast, All night the cannon roared, While wreathed in smoke stern Sumter stood, And vengeful answer poured. Again the sun rose, bright and clear, 'Twas on the thirteenth day, While, lo! at prudent distance moored Five hostile vessels lay. With choicest abolition crews-- The bravest of _their_ brave-- They'd come to pull our Crescent down And dig Secession's grave. See, see, how Sumter's banner trails, They're signaling for aid, See you no boats of armed men? Is yet no movement made? Now densest smoke and lurid flames Burst out o'er Sumter's walls; "The fort's on fire," 's the cry; Again for aid he calls. See you no boats or vessels yet? Dare they not risk _one_ shot, To make report grandiloquent Of aid they rendered not? Nor boat nor vessel leaves the fleet-- "Let the old Major burn"-- We'll boast of that we would have done, If but--on our return. Go back, go back ye cravens, Go back the way ye came; Ye gallant, _would be_, men-of-war, Go! to your country's shame. 'Mid fiery storm of shot and shell, 'Mid smoke and roaring flame, See how Kentucky's gallant son Does honor to her name! See how he answers gun for gun-- Hurrah! his flag is down! The white! the white! Oh see it wave! Is echoed all around. Now ring the bells a joyous peal, And rend with shouts the air, We've torn the hated banner down, And placed the Crescent there. All honor to our gallant boys, Bring forth the roll of fame, And there in glowing lines inscribe Each patriot hero's name. Spread, spread the tidings far and wide, Ye winds take up the cry: "Our soil's redeemed from hateful yoke, We'll keep it pure or die." REBELS. Rebels! 'tis a holy name! The name our fathers bore, When battling in the cause of Right, Against the tyrant in his might, In the dark days of yore. Rebels! 'tis our family name! Our father, Washington, Was the arch-rebel in the fight, And gave the name to us--a right Of father unto son. Rebels! 'tis our given name! Our mother, Liberty, Received the title with her fame, In days of grief, of fear, and shame, When at her breast were we. Rebels! 'tis our sealed name! A baptism of blood! The war--aye, and the din of strife-- The fearful contest, life for life-- The mingled crimson flood. Rebels! 'tis a patriot's name! In struggles it was given; We bore it then when tyrants raved, And through their curses 'twas engraved On the doomsday-book of heaven. Rebels! 'tis our fighting name! For peace rules o'er the land, Until they speak of craven woe-- Until our rights receive a blow, From foe's or brother's hand.