Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! My Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb-- Huzzah! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes--she burns! she'll come! she'll come! Maryland! My Maryland! REBEL TOASTS; OR, DRINK IT DOWN! Oh, here's to South Carolina! drink it down, Here's to South Carolina, drink it down, Here's to South Carolina, the first to open up the fray. CHORUS.--Drink it down, drink it down, Drink it down, down, down. Oh, here's to Mississippi! drink it down, Here's to Mississippi, drink it down, Here's to Mississippi, for she gave old Abe the slip. Oh, here's to Alabama! drink it down, Here's to Alabama--we'll fight for her banner. Oh, here's to Florida State, drink it down, Here's to Florida--to Southern rights she'll ne'er say nay. Oh, here's to Georgia State--drink it down, Here's to Georgia State--altho' she _is_ rather late. Oh, here's to Louisiana! drink it down, Here's to Louisiana--how glorious is her banner. Oh, here's to gallant Texas! drink it down, Here's to gallant Texas--the Yankees say "she vexes us." Oh, here's to brave Virginia! drink it down, Here's to brave Virginia--she'll hold up the Confederacy. Oh, here's to Arkansas! drink it down, Here's to Arkansas--for she'll break old Abram's jaw. Oh, here's to North Carolina! drink it down, Here's to North Carolina--with a whoop and a hurrah. Oh, here's to Tennessee! drink it down, Here's to Tennessee--for she's bound to be free. Oh, here's to brave Missouri! drink it down, Here's to brave Missouri--whose sons will ne'er say die! Oh, here's to old Kentuck! drink it down, Here's to old Kentuck--she yet may have the pluck. Oh, here's to Maryland! drink it down, Here's to Maryland--bleeding beneath a tyrant's hand. Oh, here's to General Lee! drink it down, Here's to General Lee--for he'll set the Rebels free! Oh, here's to Magruder! drink it down-- Here's to our Magruder--the Yankees' great deluder. THE GALLANT GIRL THAT SMOTE THE DASTARD TORY, OH! Dedicated to MISS SLIDELL. Words by KLUBS. Music by DUCIE DIAMONDS. [The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.] Ho, gallants, brim the beaker bowl, And click the festal glasses, oh! The grape shall shed its sapphire soul, To eulogize the lasses, oh! And when ye pledge the lip and curl Of loveliness and glory, oh! Here's a bumper to the gallant girl That smote the dastard Tory, oh!