could not save them, All their boasting was in vain, Before the Southern steel they cowered, And their bodies strewed the plain. So let the Yankees, etc. The “Maryland Line” was there as ever, With their battle-shout and blade, They shed new lustre on their mother, When that final charge they made. So let the Yankees, etc. Old Abe may make another effort, For to take his onward way, But his legions then as ever, Will be forced to run away. So let the Yankees, etc. Brave Jeff.
and glorious Beauregard, With dashing Johnston, noble, true, Will meet their hireling hosts again, And scatter them like morning dew. So let the Yankees, etc. When the Hessian horde is driven, O'er Potomac's classic flood, The pulses of a new-born freedom, Then will stir old Maryland's blood. So let the Yankees, etc. From the lofty Alleghanies, To old Worcester's sea-washed shore, Her sons will come to greet the victors, There in good old Baltimore. So let the Yankees, etc. Then with voices light and gladsome, We