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I hope for the best, and so do all
Whose hopes are in the field ; I know that we shall win the day,
For Southrons never yield, And when we think of those that are away,
We'll look above for joy, And I'm mighty glad that my Bobby is
A Southern soldier boy.
REBEL IS A SACRED NAME.
Written by an inmate of the old Capitol Prison, Washington City.
Rebel is a sacred name : Traitor, too, is glorious;
By such names our father's fought— By them were victorious.
Chorus—Gaily floats our rebel flag-Over hill and vallev— Broad its bars, and bright its stars, Calling us to rally.
Washington a rebel was,
Jefferson a traitor,—
But their treason won success, And made their glory greater.