Our forests and lakes, from Wisconsin to Maine,
Send out their brave sons to the conflict again;
While mountain and prairie with camp-fires aglow,
Re-echo the war-cry and welcome the blow.
Strike for the right, etc.
The trumpets are sounding, the battle’s begun,
There’s danger to face, and there’s work to be done:
The timid and sluggard may shrink from the fray,
The glory compensates our struggles to-day.
Strike for the right, etc.