Secession’s work so long delayed, the Rebels now begin;
But just as true as the Old Flag does from the flagstaff fly,
We’ll show the Rebs true Yankee grit, we’ll whip them or we’ll die.”
Boom! boom! the cannon loud did roar, the shot flew thick and fast,
And many a shell of a hundred pounds close to Old Glory passed.
Said Anderson, “My noble men, such things should never be,
Those stars of light, those bars of gold are emblems of the free.”
“That flag, the glory of our land, should we but pull it down,
Would make our mothers weep for shame, and our sweethearts on us frown.”
And every man he loud did shout, “Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!