March, march on, brave "Palmetto" boys, "Sumpter" and "Lafayettes" forward in order; March, march "Calhoun" and "Rifle" boys, All the base Yankees are crossing the border, Banners are round ye spread, Floating above your head, Soon shall the Lone Star be famous in story, On, on, my gallant men, Vict'ry be thine again; Fight for your rights till the green sod is gory. Young wives and sisters have buckled your armor on; Maidens ye love bid ye go to the battle-field; Strong arms and stout hearts have many a vict'ry won, Courage shall strengthen the weapons ye wield; Wild passions are storming, Dark schemes are forming, Deep snares are laid, but they shall not enthrall ye; Justice your cause shall greet, Laurels lay at your feet, If each brave band be but watchful and wary. Let fear and unmanliness vanish before ye; Trust in the Rock who will shelter the righteous; Plant firmly each step on the soil of the free,-- A heritage left by the sires who bled for us, May each heart be bounding, When trumpets are sounding, And the dark traitors shall strive to surround ye; The great God of battle Can still the war-rattle, And brighten the land with a sunset of glory. THE SOUTHERN FLAG. _Tune_--"_A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea._" Three cheers for the Southern flag, That floats upon the gale, Once more fling out its flapping folds, And make its foeman quail. And make each foeman quail, my boys, While, like an earthquake roar, Goes forth our war cry through the land, For liberty once more. CHORUS.--Three cheers for the Southern flag, That floats above the gale, Once more fling out its flapping folds, And make its foeman quail. Oh, for an Abolition crowd, I hear old Abe cry out, Affrighted by the march of foes, The freeman's mighty shout. That shouting welcomes to our heart, The freeman's chosen man-- Jeff Davis--who now heads our hosts, And leads the glorious van. CHORUS. Full brightly waves our flag in air, O'er Sumpter's fort just won. And soon o'er Pickens' towering heights It will glitter in the sun. It will glitter in the sun, my boys, And fan the battle cloud, The struggling freeman's sigh of hope, The fallen heroes' shroud. CHORUS. And now three cheers for the glorious flag, That victory has won, And may it soon be towering o'er The Dome at Washington. The Dome at Washington, my boys, While Abolition hosts Shall quail and shake before the flag-- The freeman's glorious boast. CHORUS. THE STARS AND THE BARS.