Now gallop, now gallop, to swim or to ford; Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord. Good-by, dear old rebel; the river's not wide, And Maryland's lights in the windows do shine. CHORUS. Then gallop, then gallop, by ravine and rocks, Who would bar up the way takes his toll in hard knocks; For with these points of steel up the lines of old Penn, We have made some fine strokes and will make 'em again. CHORUS. [Illustration: "Then gallop, by ravine and rocks."] THE TOAST OF MORGAN'S MEN. By CAPT. THORPE, Kentucky. Unclaimed by the land that bore us, Lost in the land we find The brave have gone before us, Cowards are left behind! Then stand to your glasses, steady, Here's a health to those we prize, Here's a toast to the dead already, And here's to the next who dies. TRUE HEART SOUTHRONS. _Air--"Blue Bonnets over the Border."_ For trumpet and drum, leave the soft voice of maiden; For the tramp of armed men, leave the maze of the dance; One kiss on the lips, with words of love laden-- One look in dimm'd eyes--then the rifle and lance. CHORUS.--March, march, true heart Southrons, Fall into ranks and march in good order,-- Escambia shall many a day tell of the fierce affray, When we drove the base Northmen far over our border Do ye weep, ye fair flowers, our hearth-stones that brighten? For every tear shed shall fall ten foemen's lives; Far in the cold North their hosts we will frighten, As we strike for our "Homes, our sweethearts, and wives." CHORUS. THE SOLDIER'S AMEN. As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day, Said one to the other: "Let's kneel down and pray! I'll pray for the war, and good of all men: And whatever I pray for, do you say 'Amen!'" "We'll pray for the generals and all of their crew, Likewise for the captains and lieutenants too; May good luck and good fortune them always attend! And return safely home;" said the soldier, "Amen!" "We'll pray for the privates, the noblest of all; They do all the work and get no glory at all; May good luck and good fortune them always attend, And return crowned with laurels!" said the soldier, "Amen!" "We'll pray for the pretty boys who want themselves wives, And have not the courage to strike for themselves; May bad luck and bad fortune them always attend! And go down to Old Harry!" said the soldier, "Amen!" "We'll pray for the pretty girls, who make us good wives, And always look at a soldier with tears in their eyes; May good luck and good fortune them always attend! And brave gallants for sweethearts!" said the soldier, "Amen!"