Rally 'round our country's flag,
Rally boys nor do not lag,
Come from every vale and crag, sons of liberty.
Northern band do tread our soil,
Forth they come for blood and spoil,
To the homes we gained with toil, shouting “Slavery!”.
Traitorous Lincoln's bloody band,
Now invades the free man's land,
Armed with sword and firebrand ‘gainst the brave and free.
Arm ye then for fray and fight,
March ye forth both day and night,
Stop not 'til the foe’s in sight, sons of chivalry.
In your veins the blood still flows,
Of brave men who once arose,
To burst the shackles of their foes, honest men and free.
Rise then in your power and might,
Seek the spoil, brave the fight,
Strike for God for truth for right, strike for liberty.