Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born-- Dress our pale cheek in timid smiles, To hail a master in our house, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood, The sun that sees our falling day, Shall mark our saber's deadly sway, And set that night in blood! For gold let Northern legions fight, Or plunder's bloody gain; Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw, To guard our homes, to fence our law, Nor shall their edge be vain. And now that breath of Northern gale Has fanned the Stars and Bars, And footstep of invader rude, With rapine foul, and red with blood, Us rights and liberty debars. Then farewell home, and farewell friends, Adieu each tender tie, Resolved we mingle in the tide, Where charging squadrons furious ride, To conquer or to die. To horse, to horse! the sabers gleam, High sounds our bugle-call, Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our word is, Rights and Liberty! March forward, one and all! _Louisville Courier._ WE'LL BE FREE IN MARYLAND. BY ROBERT E. HOLTZ. AIR--"_Gideon's Band_." The boys down South in Dixie's land, The boys down South in Dixie's land, The boys down South in Dixie's land, Will come and rescue Maryland. _Chorus_--If you will join the Dixie band, Here's my heart and here's my hand, If you will join the Dixie band; We're fighting for a home. The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, But we will rise with true renown. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, Then we'll be free in Baltimore. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. These hirelings they'll never stand, These hirelings they'll never stand, These hirelings they'll never stand, Whenever they see the Southern band. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. Old Abe has got into a trap, Old Abe has got into a trap, Old Abe has got into a trap, And he can't get out with his Scotch cap. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. Nobody's hurt is easy spun, Nobody's hurt is easy spun, Nobody's hurt is easy spun, But the Yankees caught it at Bull Run. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. We rally to Jeff. Davis true, Beauregard and Johnston, too, Magruder, Price, and General Bragg, And give three cheers for the Southern flag. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. We'll drink this toast to one and all, Keep cocked and primed for the Southern call; The day will come, we'll make the stand, Then we'll be free in Maryland. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. _January 30, 1862._ WAR SONG. BY J. H. WOODCOCK. TUNE--"_Bonnie Blue Flag_."