O Lord! protect the Chief Who to our prompt relief From threaten'd woe, Hasten'd to lead the way; Nor faltered in the fray, When from our beauteous Bay He drove the foe. And may the gallant band Worthy in his command Ever to be, Have of Thy watchful care Ever a plenteous share, Inspiring each to dare For home and thee. "O Lord our God! arise, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall!" And when, with peace restored, Each man lays by the sword, May he with joy record Thy mercies all. SOUTHERN BATTLE SONG. _Air--"Bruce's Address."_ Raise the Southern flag on high! Shout aloud the battle cry! Let its echoes reach the sky-- "God and Southern Rights." Sons of wealth, and sons of toil, Will ye yield your land for spoil, Drive the foe from Southern soil! Glory now invites. Rally round our banner bright Let its stars of quenchless light Dim the base invader's sight, On the battle field. When the death clouds darkly lower, When the cannons blaze and roar, Though its folds be drenched in gore, We will never yield. By our sires who fought and bled! By Virginia's honored dead! By the blood so lately shed! We will make them know-- Southern hearts are true as steel, Wrongs like ours are slow to heal, Sooner will we die than kneel To a Northern foe. [Illustration: Georgia Belt-buckle.] BOMBARDMENT AND BATTLES OF GALVESTON. FROM JUNE 1, 1862, TO JANUARY 1, 1863. By S. R. EZZELL, of Capt. Daly's Company. _Air--"Auld Lang Syne."_ The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede; At Galveston they've now begun to make her soldiers bleed. The "Old Blockade" her threats have made, that she will burn our town; But Col. Cook, with piercing look, declares he'll stand his ground. High in the breeze he soon did raise the flag with single star, Saying, "Let them come, we'll give them some, before they are aware." Along the coast he soon did post his batteries, well mann'd By men of might, prepared to fight, behind breast-works of sand. Like lions brave, their land to save, the cavalry do stand Ready to charge the Yankee barge that first attempts to land; Infantry, too, like soldiers true, who never yet did fail, They long to greet the Yankee fleet with musketry like hail. We wait to see the "Old Santee" come sailing into shore; And then we'll fight for Southern rights, and make the cannon roar; But if a fleet we have to meet, of gunboats large and strong, We'll cross the bridge without a siege, and think it nothing wrong. When on mainland, we'll take our stand, and all their hosts defy; There we will fight for Southern rights--we'll fight them till we die. * * * * *