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The Southern Marseillaise.
By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861.
[The music of this song can be obtained of Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.]
Sons of the South awake to glory,
A thousand voices bid you rise, Your children, wives and grandsires hoary,
Gaze on you now with trusting- eyes,
Gaze on you now with trusting- eyes; Your country ev'ry strong arm calling,
To meet the hireling Northern band
That comes to desolate the land With fire and blood and scenes appalling,
To arms, to arms, ye brave ;
Th' avenging sword un sheath !
March on ! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death. March on ! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death.
Now, now, the dang'rous storm is rolling, Which treacherous brothers madly raise,
The dogs of war let loose, are howling And soon our peaceful towns may blaze, And soon our peaceful towns may blaze.
Shall fiends who basely plot our ruin, Unchecked, advance with guilt}' stride To spread destruction far and wide,
With Southrons' blood their hands embruing?