“We dwell where skies are bright above us,

Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”—

Southern Marseillaise: Air, “Marseilles Hymn.” (Randolph.)

“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,

Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (J. M. S.)

“Sons of the South! awake to glory,

A thousand voices bid you rise,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (Beau.)

“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,