If a man is not a traitor, he’ll not fear to show his hand,
And unless we all are rebels, we must by the Union stand.
CHORUS.
Stand by the Union! Stand by the Union!
Stand by the Union! and be on the right side.
When soldiers’ plumes are dyed with blood, the good old hearty red,
We’d better mark the knave who wears white feathers on his head;
While batteries menace Washington, and rebel armies rise,
A coward or a traitor’s he who prates of “Compromise.”
Stand by the Union, etc.