VII.
Within the rebel camp, meanwhile,
No slumbers winning smiles beguile,
From care to dreams away;
The troop who view with fearless heart
The coming strife and battle's mart;
And thus with blithesome song, though rude,
Awake the echoes of the wood:
Though dark the night,
And fierce the fight,
We fear no living foe;
The swamp our home,
The sky our dome,
Our bed the turf below;
We hail the strife,
And prize not life,
Unblessed by Freedom's smile;
And Age and Youth,
To patriot Truth,
Pledge hopefully the while.
Our Country's name
Must sink in shame,
Or sound in triumph free;
Then, brothers, on!
For Marion,
Our homes and liberty.