And blast each traitor’s name.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.
Then ’neath the stripes Time’s hand hath blent,
’Neath stars our fathers won,
Will make our Lincoln President
In Eighteen Sixty-one.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.
SONG.
Air—“Dixey’s Land.”
And blast each traitor’s name.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.
Then ’neath the stripes Time’s hand hath blent,
’Neath stars our fathers won,
Will make our Lincoln President
In Eighteen Sixty-one.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.
Air—“Dixey’s Land.”