Let the discord be hushed! Let the traitors be crushed!
Though “Legion” their name, all with victory flushed!
For aye must our motto stand, fronting the sun:
“E Pluribus Unum”—Though many, we’re ONE.
The Northern Hurrah.
Air—Sprig of Shillaly.
Oh, brave is the soul of a true Union man!
He arms for the battle—he springs to the van,
To the war-shout of freemen—the Northern Hurrah!
His heart bears no malice—his lips have no lie!