Air—“Gideon’s Band.”

The boys down South in Dixie’s land,
The boys down South in Dixie’s land,
The boys down South in Dixie’s land,
Will come and rescue Maryland.
Chorus—If you will join the Dixie band,
Here’s my heart and here’s my hand,
If you will join the Dixie band;
We’re fighting for a home.
The Northern foes have trod us down,
The Northern foes have trod us down,
The Northern foes have trod us down,
But we will rise with true renown.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

The tyrants they must leave our door,
The tyrants they must leave our door,
The tyrants they must leave our door,
Then we’ll be free in Baltimore.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
These hirelings they’ll never stand,
These hirelings they’ll never stand,
These hirelings they’ll never stand,
Whenever they see the Southern band.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
Old Abe has got into a trap,
Old Abe has got into a trap,
Old Abe has got into a trap,
And he can’t get out with his Scotch cap.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
But the Yankees caught it at Bull Run.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
We rally to Jeff. Davis true,
Beauregard and Johnston, too,
Magruder, Price, and General Bragg,
And give three cheers for the Southern flag.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
We’ll drink this toast to one and all,
Keep cocked and primed for the Southern call;
The day will come, we’ll make the stand,
Then we’ll be free in Maryland.
If you will join the Dixie band, etc.
January 30, 1862.

WAR SONG.

BY J. H. WOODCOCK.

Tune—“Bonnie Blue Flag.”

Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle-cry,
And whip the Yankees from our land,
Or with them fall and die.
Rush on our Southron columns,
And make the brigands feel
That all the booty they will get,
Will be our Southron steel.
Huzza! huzza! let’s raise (the) our banner high,
And nobly drive the Yankees out,
Or with them fall and die.
Rush on the columns—let every Southron brave
Nobly charge the accursèd foe,
Or find a soldier’s grave.
With bowie and with pike,
We’ll rally to the field,
And bravely to the last we’ll strike,
Resolved we’ll never yield.
Huzza! huzza! etc.
We are fighting for our mothers, our sisters, and our wives;
For these, and our country’s rights,
We’ll sacrifice our lives.
Then, trusting still to Heaven,
We’ll charge the invading host,
Till liberty and independence
Shall be the nation’s boast.
Huzza! huzza! etc.
Then on with our columns—slay the vandal foe—
Beat them from our sunny soil,
And lay their colors low.
To the great God of nations
Our sacred cause confide,
For we are fighting for our liberty,
And He is on our side.
Huzza! huzza! etc.

A NEW RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.

WRITTEN FOR A LADY, BY JEFF. THOMPSON.