From “Jack Morgan Songster.”
| You are going to leave me, darling, Your country’s foes to fight, And though I grieve, I murmur not, I know we’re in the right. Here’s your father’s sword and rifle, Emulate him in the fight; Let no coward stain be on your name, That always has shone bright. Then farewell, my loved one, May a widow’d mother’s prayer, Still shield thy head in battle, And God keep thee in His care; Then use your sword and rifle well, Ne’er falter in the strife— You fight for home and freedom, For honor and for life. And when the “Stars and Bars” Float in triumph o’er each band That has driven the invaders back, Who dared pollute our land, Then come back to me with honor, And a mother’s hand shall place The laurel wreath your country gives Each victor’s brow to grace. |
WE SWEAR.
Louisville Courier.
| Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear, On your bleeding country’s altar, All the tyrants’ rage to dare, E’en the cursed tyrants’ halter, We swear, we swear, we swear! Swear by all the shining stars, Swear in blunt old Anglo-Saxon, To defend the stars and bars Hallowed by the blood of Jackson, We swear, etc. Swear by all the noble deeds, By heroic valor prompted; Swear that while our country bleeds, Gleaming blades shall not be wanted, We swear, etc. Swear our country shall be free; Submit to subjugation? Never! Swear the stars and bars shall be Our insignia forever, We swear, etc. |