“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,