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And while there's a spot where a patriot band May show to the foe a desperate stand, Southern hearts will defy him, their flag will still be The flag of the Southland—the flag- of the free!
In the hour of gloom novy thy valorous sons show, That freemen can die, but ne'er yield to the foe ! But our Shiloh has come—see the enemy flee! His sceptre has sunk 'neath the swift Tennessee— And the Southern heart and the Southern hand, From classic Potomac to bold Rio Grande, Still push on to battle, when floating they see The flag of the Southland—the flag of the free!
ON TO GLORY.
Sons of freedom, on to glory,
Go where brave men do or die ; Let your names in future story
Gladden every patriot's eye; 'Tis your country calls you hasten,
Backward hurl the invading foe; Freemen, never think of danger,
To the glorious battle go.
Ob, remember gallant Jackson,
Single-handed in the fight, Death blows dealt the fierce marauder,
For his liberty and right;