Though fiery tempest sweep his path,
In battle’s line appearing,
And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,
All horrid shapes uprearing,
CHORUS.
Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
In all the land, from South to North,