Then many of the foemen bled,
And thrice their banded legion fled,
Before Kentucky’s bravery.
And long our heroes’ swords prevail:
But hist! that deep and doleful wail—
Ah! freedom’s sons begin to fail,
Oppressed by numbers battling.
Rise! rise! ye volunteers, arise!
Behold! your right hand column flies!
And hark! yon shout which rends the skies!