Southrons, hear your country call you! Up! lest worse than death befall you! To arms! to arms! to arms! in Dixie! Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted, Let all hearts be now united! To arms! to arms! to arms! in Dixie! Advance the flag of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! CHORUS.--For Dixie's land we'll take our stand, To live or die for Dixie! To arms! to arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! To arms! to arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! Hear the Northern thunders mutter! Northern flags in South winds flutter! Send them back your fierce defiance, Stamp upon the accurs'd alliance! Fear no danger! shun no labor! Lift up rifle, pike and sabre! Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, Let the odds make each heart bolder! How the South's great heart rejoices At your cannon's ringing voices; For faith betrayed and pledges broken, Wrong inflicted, insults spoken. Strong as lions, swift as eagles, Back to their kennels hunt these beagles! Cut the unequal bonds asunder! Let them hence each other plunder. Swear upon your country's altar, Never to submit or falter, 'Till the spoilers are defeated, 'Till the Lord's work is completed. Halt not till our federation, Secures among earth's powers its station! Then at peace, and crowned with glory, Hear your children tell the story. If the loved ones weep in sadness, Victory soon shall bring them gladness; Exultant pride soon banish sorrow, Smiles chase tears away to-morrow. BATTLE SONG. Have you counted up the cost? What is gained and what is lost-- When the foe your lines have crossed? Gained--the infamy of fame? Gained--a dastard's spotted name; Gained--eternity of shame. Lost--desert of manly Worth; Lost--the right you had by birth; Lost--lost! Freedom from the earth! Freemen, up! the foe is nearing! Haughty banners high uprearing-- Lo! their serried ranks appearing! Freemen, on! the drums are beating! Will you shrink from such a meeting? Forward! give them hero greeting! From your hearts, and homes, and altars, Backward hurl your proud assaulters-- He is not a man that falters! OVER THE RIVER. By VIRGINIA NORFOLK. "Let us cross the river, and rest under the shade of the trees."--_Last words of Stonewall Jackson._ Bravely ye've fought, my gallant, gallant men! Bravely ye've fought and well! Yon blood-stained field, where your banner floats, Tells how your foemen fell! Ye are recreant none to your knightly vows, And none to your high behest; But the noon sun shines on your burning brows-- So, over the river and rest! CHORUS.--Over the river the shade trees grow-- Over the river we'll rest! Ye have fought the fight--won the praise that brings Peace to the soldier's breast!