But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,
And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
The Union Marseillaise.
Air—The Marseilles Hymn.
Arise! Arise! ye sons, of patriot sires!
A Nation calls! and Heaven speed your way.
Now Freedom lights anew her waning fires,