But if, while the loud shouts of vict'ry are ringing, O'er the land that foul traitors have caught to betray, You hear o'er the voices so joyfully singing, That he who so loved you has fallen in the fray, Oh think that he's gone where there's dark treason never, Where tears and sad partings are banished forever. CHORUS. OUR FLAG; OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE STARS AND BARS.[14] Words and Music by HARRY MCCARTHY. [The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.] Young stranger, what land claims thy birth? For thy flag is but new to the sea, And where is the nation on earth, That the right of this flag gives to thee; Thy banner reminds us of one By the Champions of Freedom unfurled, And the proudest of nations have owned, 'Twas a glory and pride to the world; That flag was the "Stripes and Stars," And the colors of thine are the same, But thou hast the "Stars and the Bars," Oh, stranger, pray tell us thy name. That flag, with its garland of fame, Proudly waved o'er my father and me, And my grandsires died to proclaim It the flag of the brave and the free; But alas! for the flag of my youth; I have sighed and dropped my last tear, For the North has forgotten her truth, And would tread on the rights we hold dear; They envied the South her bright Stars, Her glory, her honor, her fame, So we unfurled the "Stars and the Bars" And the Confederate Flag is its name. And her bright colors shone forth, All glorious in fair Freedom's light, We swore to remember their birth, And in her honor forever to fight; So woe to the foeman who'll dare, Our Southern soil to invade, For bless'd by the smiles of the fair, And in right's powerful armor arrayed; We'll strike for our Southern stars, Our honor, our glory, our fame, We'll strike for the "Stars and the Bars," For the Confederate Flag is its name. THE NAVASOTA VOLUNTEERS. By WM. NEELY, of Durant's Cavalry. _Air--"Susanna, Don't you Cry."_ We're the Navasota volunteers, our county is named Grimes; Oh, come along, my conscript boys, we can't leave you behind; Jeff Davis is our President, and Stephens is the Vice-- At the head of our armies are Lee, Beauregard and Price. We have other officers and generals in command, To lead our gallant forces on, and give the right command; Good old Magruder's our choice, and will help the Yankees roast; So come and go along with us, and help defend the coast. O come along, my jolly boys, and help us all to fight-- To go against old Uncle Abe I know that we are right; So come along, my countrymen, and with us take your stand; With help of God, we'll whip old Abe, and all his Yankee band.