Washington a rebel was, Jefferson a traitor,-- But their treason won success, And made their glory greater. CHORUS. O'er our southern sunny strand Vandal feet are treading; And the Hessians on our land Devastation spreading. CHORUS. Can you then inactive be? Maidens fair are saying; And their bright eyes shame us out With this long delaying. CHORUS. Rouse ye, children of the free, Rally to our streamer; The vandal flag floats o'er our land,-- Awaken, Southern dreamer! CHORUS. Rebel arms shall win the fight, Rebel prayers defend us; Rebel maidens greet us home, When tyrants no more rend us. CHORUS. THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER. Words and Music by JOHN M. HEWETT. Our flag is unfurl'd and our arms flash bright, As the sun rides up the sky; But ere I join the doubting fight, Lovely maid, I would say, "Good by." I'm a young volunteer, and my heart is true To the flag that woos the wind; Then, three cheers for that flag and our country, too, And the girls we leave behind. CHORUS.--Then adieu! then adieu! 'tis the last bugle's strain That is falling on the ear; Should it so be decreed that we ne'er meet again, Oh! remember the young volunteer. When over the desert, thro' burning rays, With a heavy heart I tread; Or when I breast the cannon's blaze, And bemoan my comrades dead, Then, then, I will think of my home and you, And our flag shall kiss the wind; With huzza for our cause and our country, too, And the girls we leave behind. CHORUS. GOOBER PEAS. Words by A. PENDER. Music by P. NUTT. [The music of this song can be obtained of Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.] One of the most widely known Confederate Songs. The melody suited a soldier, and in his gayest mood he rolled out: "Peas! Peas! Peas!" with a gusto that was charming. Sitting by the roadside on a summer day, Chatting with my messmates, passing time away, Lying in the shadow underneath the trees, Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! CHORUS.--Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! eating goober peas! Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule, To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule," But another pleasure enchantinger than these, Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas! CHORUS. Just before the battle the General hears a row, He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now," He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas! CHORUS.