You'll be fighting for the right, Willie boy, Willie boy, You'll be fighting for the right, and your home; And you'll strike the blow with might, Willie boy, Willie boy, 'Mid the thundering of cannon and of drum; With an arm as true as steel, You'll make the foeman feel, The vengeance of a Southerner, Too proud to cringe or kneel; Oh, should you fall in strife, Willie boy, Willie boy, Oh, should you fall in strife on the plain, I'll pine away my life, Willie boy, Willie boy, And never, never smile again. MY MARYLAND. Written at Pointe Coupee, La., April 26, 1861. First published in the _New Orleans Delta_. By JAMES R. RANDALL. [The music of this song can be obtained of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.] The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland! My Maryland! Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland! My Mother-State, to thee I kneel, Maryland! For life or death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland! Come! 'tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come! with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe, and dashing May, Maryland! My Maryland! Come! for thy shield is bright and strong, Maryland! Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland! Come! to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with Liberty along, And ring thy dauntless slogan-song, Maryland! My Maryland! Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! _She_ meets her sisters on the plain-- "Sic semper," 'tis the proud refrain That baffles minions back amain, Maryland! Arise, in majesty again, Maryland! My Maryland! I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! For thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! But lo! there surges forth a shriek From hill to hill, from creek to creek-- Potomac calls to Chesapeake, Maryland! My Maryland!