We’re rolling down, a “Pending Crisis,”
With cannon-balls for Compromises,
March away! march away! away! Victory’s band!
Oh! we’re marching, etc.
Mustering-Chorus.
Air—The Merry Swiss Boy.
Come arouse, men, arouse, men, the trumpet calls,
Every patriot must off to the fray! [Repeat.]
The land we love is girt with foes,
The flame of war still fiercer glows;