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Rally round our banner bright Let its stars of quenchless light Dim the base invader's sight, On the battle field.
When the death clouds darkly lower, When the cannons blaze and roar, Though its folds be drenched in gore, We will never yield.
By our sires who fought and bled ! By Virginia's honored dead ! By the blood so lately shed !
We will make them know—
Southern hearts are true as steel, Wrongs like ours are slow to heal, Sooner will we die than kneel To a Northern foe.