Nor force can bid us turn,
Till we clasp our brands, with a victor’s hands,
Or they lie on the funeral urn!
Away! away! etc.
The Union Gunning Match.
BY ROBERT M. HART.
Air—Johnny Stole the Ham.
The Union boys are all out gunning,
Are all out gunning, are all out gunning—
The Union boys are all out gunning—