The battle-flag of Dixie! With crimson field shall flame, Her azure cross and silver stars Shall light her sons to fame! When peace with olive-branch returns, That flag's white folds shall glow Still bright on every height, When storm has ceased to blow, And the battle tempests roar no more; Nor the bloody torrents flow. Oh! battle-flag of Dixie! Long, long, triumphant wave! Where'er the storms of battle roar, Or victory crowns the brave! The Cavaliers of Dixie! In woman's song shall glow The fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, When the battle tempests rage no more Nor the bloody torrents flow.[10] LAND OF KING COTTON. BY JO. AUGUSTINE SIGNAIGO. AIR--"_Red, White, and Blue_." Oh! Dixie, the land of King Cotton, The home of the brave and the free; A nation by Freedom begotten, The terror of despots to be; Wherever thy banner is streaming, Base tyranny quails at thy feet, And Liberty's sunlight is beaming, In splendor of majesty sweet. _Chorus_--Three cheers for our army so true, Three cheers for Price, Johnston, and Lee, Beauregard, and our Davis, forever; The pride of the brave and the free! When Liberty sounds her war-rattle, Demanding her right and her due, The first land who rallies to battle Is Dixie, the shrine of the true; Thick as leaves of the forest in summer, Her brave sons will rise on each plain; And strike, until each vandal comer Lies dead on the soil he would stain. Three cheers for our army, etc. May the names of the dead, that we cherish, Fill memory's cup to the brim; May the laurels they've won never perish, Nor "star of their glory grow dim;" May the States of the South never sever, But champions of freedom e'er be; May they flourish, Confed'rate forever, The boast of the brave and the free. Three cheers for our army, etc.[11] THE GUERILLAS. BY S. TEACKLE WALLIS. Awake and to horse, my brothers! For the dawn is glimmering gray, And hark! in the crackling brushwood There are feet that tread this way. "Who cometh?" "A friend." "What tidings?" "O God! I sicken to tell; For the earth seems earth no longer, And its sights are sights of hell! "From the far-off conquered cities Comes a voice of stifled wail, And the shrieks and moans of the houseless Ring out, like a dirge on the gale. "I've seen from the smoking village Our mothers and daughters fly; I've seen where the little children Sank down in the furrows to die. "On the banks of the battle-stained river I stood as the moonlight shone, And it glared on the face of my brother, As the sad wave swept him on. "Where my home was glad, are ashes, And horrors and shame had been there, For I found on the fallen lintel This tress of my wife's torn hair!