His name from old Jackson we will not dissever;
Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree,
And let them be symbols of Union forever.
Without fear in their hearts,
Well they acted their parts,
Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts;
And true to their Maker, and faithful to man,
The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.
From the North to the Tropic shall float on the gale
Our star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just;