From East to West, he glories;
But fights to drive the traitors forth,
And rid its soil of tories!
No crafty words his faith can shake—
No force can make him falter;
He draws his sword for Union’s sake,
And strikes for Freedom’s altar!
For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And flies to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,