(Miss Columbia Sings)
Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, when we were first aquent,
You were in Mex-i-co, Bob, because by order sent;
But now you are in Sumter, Bob, because you chose to go;
And blessings on you anyhow, Bob Anderson, my beau!
Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, I really don't know whether
I ought to like you so, Bob, considering that feather;
I don't like standing armies, Bob, as very well you know,
But I love a man that dares to act, Bob Anderson, my beau.
Fort Moultrie was seized by the South Carolina troops, which were assembled in force under command of General Pierre T. Beauregard, and it was decided to bombard Sumter.
ON FORT SUMTER
It was a noble Roman,
In Rome's imperial day,
Who heard a coward croaker
Before the battle say—
"They're safe in such a fortress;
There is no way to shake it"—
"On, on!" exclaimed the hero,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"
Is Fame your aspiration?
Her path is steep and high;
In vain he seeks the temple,
Content to gaze and sigh;
The crowded town is waiting,
But he alone can take it
Who says, with "Southern firmness,"
"I'll find a way, or make it!"
Is Glory your ambition?
There is no royal road;
Alike we all must labor,
Must climb to her abode;
Who feels the thirst for glory,
In Helicon may slake it,
If he has but the "Southern will,"
"To find a way, or make it!"
Is Sumter worth the getting?
It must be bravely sought;
With wishing and with fretting
The boon cannot be bought;
To all the prize is open,
But only he can take it
Who says, with "Southern courage,"
"I'll find a way, or make it!"
In all impassioned warfare,
The tale has ever been,
That victory crowns the valiant,
The brave are they who win.
Though strong is "Sumter Fortress,"
A Hero still may take it,
Who says, with "Southern daring,"
"I'll find a way, or make it!"