Come from your homes of love Wilder and faster! Hail balls and sabres flash! Wrong shall not master! Strike to the throbbing heart Brother or stranger! Traitors would murder hope! Freedom's in danger! CHORUS: On for the rights of man--just is the battle! Flesh deep the naked blade! let the shot rattle! Men of the rugged North, Dastards they deem you! Wash out the lie in blood, As it beseems you! Glare in the Southern eye Freedom, defiance! Traitors with death and hell Seal their alliance! CHORUS: On--shed your heart's best blood! glorious the battle! Freedom is born while death peals his shrill rattle! Down with, the rattlesnake! Armed heel upon it! Rive the palmetto tree-- Cursed fruit grows on it! Up with the Flag of Light! Let the old glory Flash down the newer stars Rising in story! CHORUS: On--manhood's hot blood burns! God calls to battle! Flash, blades, o'er crimson pools! let the shot rattle! Death shadows happy homes; Faster and faster Woe, sorrow, anguish throng; Blood dyes disaster! Men doubt their fellow men: Hate and distraction Curse many a council hall; Traitors lead faction! CHORUS: Cease this infernal strife! rush into battle! Blast not all human hope with your cursed prattle! God! the poor slave yet cowers! Call off the bloodhounds! Men, can ye rest in peace While the cursed lash sounds? Woman's shrill shrieks and wails Quick conquest urges; Bleeding and scourged and wronged, Wild her heart surges! CHORUS: Wives, mothers, maidens call! God forces battle! Stay the oppressor's hand though the shot rattle! Hark! it is Mercy calls! Will ye surrender Freedom's last hope on earth? No,--rather tender Heart's blood and life's life 'Neath our Flag's glory: Scattered its heaven stars, Dark human story! CHORUS: Strike, for the blow is love! Despots force battle! 'Good will to men,' our cry, wings the shot's rattle! Up from the cotton fields, Swamps and plantations, Drinking new life from you, Swarms the dusk nation. Send them not back to pain! Strike and release them! Hate not, but succor men; Sorrow would cease then! CHORUS: On--let God's people go! Mercy is battle! Freedom is love and peace,--let the shot rattle! Oh, that ye knew your might, Knew your high station! God has appointed you Guardian of nations! Teach tyrants o'er the world, Bondage is over; Bid them lay down the lash, Welcome their brothers! CHORUS: Pour oil in every wound, when done the battle! Man now must stand redeemed though the shot rattle! On--till our clustering stars No slave float over, Man joins in harmony, Helper and lover! Ransom the chained and pained, Nations and stations! On--till our Flag of Love Floats o'er creation!