We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far, Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag, that bears a Single Star! CHORUS.--Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star! As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, Like friends and like brethren kind were we and just; But now when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar, We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star. CHORUS. First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand; Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand; Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida, All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star. CHORUS. Ye men of valor, gather round the banner of the right, Texas and fair Louisiana, join us in the fight; Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, statesman rare, Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star. CHORUS. [Illustration: "The Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star."] And here's to brave Virginia! the Old Dominion State, With the young Confederacy at length has link'd her fate; Impelled by her example, now other States prepare, To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star. CHORUS. Then cheer, boys, raise the joyous shout, For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out; And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given, The Single Star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be Eleven. CHORUS. Then here's to our Confederacy, strong we are and brave, Like patriots of old, we'll fight our heritage to save; And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer, So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star. CHORUS.--Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag has gained the Eleventh Star! "OH, HE'S NOTHING BUT A SOLDIER." Oh, he's nothing but a soldier; he's coming here to-night, For I saw him pass this morning, with his uniform so bright; He was coming in from picket, whilst he sang a sweet refrain, And he kissed his hand at some one, peeping through the window pane. Ah! he rode no dashing charger, with black and flowing mane, But his bayonet glistened brightly, as the sun lit up the plain; No waving plume or feather flashed its crimson in the light, He belongs to the light infantry, and came to the war to fight.