Nor strike in their might for the Banner of Stars?
No, no; with their life’s blood they’ll guard the rich treasure;
See how they respond to the call, “Shoulder Arms!”
Though endeared by those sacred ties, love beyond measure
Of bosom-friends, children, and beauty’s sweet charms,
Yet they leave all behind, and equip for the battle
Between freedom and rapine, like true sons of Mars;
They’ll conquer though traitors their cannon may rattle,
And bring back triumphant the Banner of Stars.
Oh! long may our flags wave in Union together,