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Then we'll rally to the bugle call;
For Southern rights we'll fight and fall;
Hurrah! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Our grey-haired sires sternly say,—
Hurrah! hurrah ! That we must die or win the day, Three cheers for old Virginia, boys,
Hurrah ! hurrah!
Then our silken banner wave on high; For Southern homes we'll fight and die;
Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Our cause is right, our quarrel just,—
Hurrah! hurrah ! We'll in the God of battles trust, And conquer for Virginia, boys,
Hurrah ! hurrah !
BATTLE SONG OF THE INVADED.
The foe ! the foe ! They come ! they come !
Light up the beacon pyre; Light every hill and mountain home,
Give back the signal fire ; And wave the red cross on the night,
The blood-red cross of war— "What though we perish in the fight!
Our fathers died before !
Hark ! lo their shouts upon the breeze,
Their banners in the sun, And like the thunder of the seas
Their deep tread thunders on.