They've rais'd the fratricidal hand--they've shed their brother's blood-- Spread desolation thro' your land with sword and fire and blood, Your desecrated altars lie ensanguin'd in the deepest dye Of holy thing's profaned Your homes and towns in ruins piled--your matrons, maids--your very child With foul pollution stained. Then rise, ye sons of free-born sires, _once_ more! and freedom's won, Kindle again the fervid fires that glow'd in sixty-one! Your heritage your foes menace--secure it from their foul embrace-- Your chains asunder burst! What tho' they count as harvest-seed--as fathers bled, their sons must bleed, Or be fore'er accursed! GAY AND HAPPY. We're the boys so gay and happy, Wheresoever we chance to be-- If at home, or on camp duty, 'Tis the same, we're always free! CHORUS.--Then let the Yanks say what they will, We'll be gay and happy still; Gay and happy, gay and happy, We'll be gay and happy still. CHORUS. We've left our homes, and those we cherish In our own dear Texas land! We would rather fight and perish Side by side, and hand in hand. CHORUS. Old Virginia needs assistance-- Northern hosts invade her soil-- We'll present a firm resistance, Courting danger, fire and toil. CHORUS. Then let drums and muskets rattle-- Fearless as the name we bore, We'll not leave the field of battle While a Yank is on our shore. CHORUS. BAYLOR'S PARTISAN RANGERS. By MARY L. WILSON, of San Antonio, Texas. _Air--"Dixie."_ Hear the summons, sons of Texas! Now the fierce invaders vex us, Come on, come on, come on for Texas! Daring, dauntless, reckless Ranger! First in glory, first in danger-- Come on, come on for Texas. CHORUS.--Exalt the fame of Texas, strike home, strike home! Where Baylor leads the foeman bleeds! Then strike with him for Texas-- Come on, come on, ye gallant sons of Texas! Awhile ago they dared defy us-- Now they meet us but to fly us; Bright the stars and bars are gleaming! Bright our future star is beaming! CHORUS. By base Butler's proclamation, By our sister's defamation,-- By the sword of justice sheathless, Be the fires of vengeance quenchless. CHORUS. * * * * * Honor, safety, vengeance call you, Ere the tyrant's chains enthrall you-- Cities burning, women wailing! Shall their tears be unavailing? CHORUS.