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Say, shall we suffer the ruthless invader
O'er our fair valley to marshal his leg-ions? Loud calls Virginia, let every man aid her
Aid her, and thus show his truth and allegiance. Hark to the battle-cry, rush on to victor}7!
Banished forever be party and faction; Let every loyal man rush to he in the van,
Led by the dauntless, the conqueror, Jackson.
Rise, rise, etc.
OUR BRAVES IN VIRGINIA.
We have ridden from the brave Southwest, On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast;
Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! With sabre flash and rifle true,
Hurrah ! hurrah ! The Northern ranks we will cut through, And charge for old Virginia, boys ; Hurrah ! hurrah !
We have come from the cloud-capp'd mountains, From the land of purest fountains ;
Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Our sweethearts and wives conjure us,
Hurrah! hurrah ! Not to leave a foe before us, And strike for old Virginia, boys; Hurrah ! hurrah !