Let the plotters of treason their standard forsake,
And abandon the eagle for vulture or snake;
But the man who’s a true man, wherever he be,
Follows only one banner—the Flag of the Free.
CHORUS.
Then sound to the color! Blue Jackets, fall in!
There’s a march to be made, and a battle to win!
There are rebels and traitors to scour from the lea,
So make room for our banner—the Flag of the Free.
To the soft southern breezes our colors are spread,