THE MOTHER'S FAREWELL. _Air--"Jeannette and Jeannot."_ From "JACK MORGAN SONGSTER." You are going to leave me, darling, Your country's foes to fight, And though I grieve, I murmur not, I know we're in the right. Here's your father's sword and rifle, Emulate him in the fight; Let no coward stain be on your name, That always has shone bright. Then farewell, my loved one, May a widow'd mother's prayer, Still shield thy head in battle, And God keep thee in His care; Then use your sword and rifle well, Ne'er falter in the strife-- You fight for home and freedom, For honor and for life. And when the "Stars and Bars" Float in triumph o'er each band That has driven the invaders back, Who dared pollute our land, Then come back to me with honor, And a mother's hand shall place The laurel wreath your country gives Each victor's brow to grace. WE SWEAR. _Louisville Courier._ Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear, On your bleeding country's altar, All the tyrants' rage to dare, E'en the cursed tyrants' halter, We swear, we swear, we swear! Swear by all the shining stars, Swear in blunt old Anglo-Saxon, To defend the stars and bars Hallowed by the blood of Jackson, We swear, etc. Swear by all the noble deeds, By heroic valor prompted; Swear that while our country bleeds, Gleaming blades shall not be wanted, We swear, etc. Swear our country shall be free; Submit to subjugation? Never! Swear the stars and bars shall be Our insignia forever, We swear, etc. FREEDOM'S NEW BANNER. By DAN. E. TOWNSEND, _Richmond Dispatch_, June 30, 1862. When clouds of oppression o'ershaded The banner that liberty bore, Bright stars from the galaxy faded, The day of its splendor was o'er; Those stars, in a fresh constellation, A sky in the South now adorn; And blazon throughout all creation That freedom's new banner is born. For the land that's richest in beauty, The homestead of justice and right, Whose sons are the foremost in duty, Whose daughters are peerless and bright: For brave hearts in battle defending The honor and truth of our cause; For our trust in victorious ending, The welkin rings out its huzzas. Our lives and our fortunes enlisted, Our honor, our hopes, and our prayers, Upholding the act that resisted The wrong of a series of years. May the Father in Heaven approve us, In this the most sacred of wars; May his hand, to protect, be above us While cheering the Stars and the Bars. THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG. By HARRY MACARTHY. [The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.]