Black treason shall never put foot on the flag
That floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken;
And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,
The dead on the fields of their fame will awaken,
Oh, shall it be furled,
Bringing night on the world,
While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled!
The brigand and traitor may hear a reply
In the clash of our steel and the rallying cry.
Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free—