O, the South is the queen of all nations, The home of the brave and the true-- She makes no vain demonstration; But shows what her brave sons can do; Her freedom and advancement they cherish-- "Our rights, our liberties," they cry, "To the rescue, we'll win the fight or perish, For the Southern boys never fear to die." CHORUS.--Then hurrah for the "Stars and Bars," No stain on its folds ever be-- Its glory dishonor never mars, And 'twill yet grace the land of the free. Bring forward the tankard and fill it, Ye sons that are loyal and brave, Our blood--O, how freely we'll spill it, We are fighting for freedom or the grave; Our armies may be scattered and disbanded, Yet the wild-woods we still will infest-- Yet shall fear the brave foe tho' single-handed, When the death rattle burst from his breast. CHORUS. Though black clouds sometimes may darken, And shadow the bright sunny sky; To the rumbling of cannon we'll hearken, Which tells of the foe as they fly. Tho' thousands may fall stark and gory, Their requiem from gun and cannon mouth, They'll win fame, freedom and glory; And all for the loved "Sunny South." CHORUS. CONFEDERATE SONG. _Air--"Bruce's Address."_ Written for and dedicated to the Kirk's Ferry Rangers, by their Captain, E. LLOYD WAILES. Sung by the Glee Club on 4th July, 1861, at the Kirk's Ferry Barbecue (Catahoula, La.), after the presentation of a flag, by the ladies, to the Kirk's Ferry Rangers. Rally round our country's flag! Rally, boys, nor do not lag; Come from every vale and crag, Sons of Liberty! Northern Vandals tread our soil, Forth they come for blood and spoil, To the homes we've gained with toil, Shouting, "Slavery." Traitorous Lincoln's bloody band Now invades the freeman's land, Arm'd with sword and firebrand, 'Gainst the brave and free. Arm ye, then, for fray and fight, March ye forth both day and night, Stop not till the foe's in sight, Sons of chivalry. In your veins the blood still flows Of brave men who once arose-- Burst the shackles of their foes; Honest men and free Rise, then, in your power and might, Seek the spoiler, brave the fight; Strike for God, for Truth, for Right: Strike for Liberty! LEE AT THE WILDERNESS. By MISS MOLLIE E. MOORE. 'Twas a terrible moment! The blood and the rout! His great bosom shook With an awful doubt. Confusion in front, And a pause in the cries: And a darkness like night Passed over our skies: There were tears in the eyes Of General Lee.