Trust to luck, Alabama.
Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout:Three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is out!
We have cut ourselves loose from the huckstering knaves,
Who whine about negroes and make white men slaves.
Though enriched by the South, rankest traitors they stand,
Who swore to befriend us, basest foes to our land.
Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout,
Three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is out!
Trust to luck, Alabama! and end as it may,
Better death than submit to fanatical sway;
No compromise now, the solemn words have gone forth
Which declare we are free from the traitorous North.
We seek no revenge, and would part without strife,
But if war they must have, why, then war to the knife!
Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout,
Three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is out!
Trust to luck, Alabama! and heed not the boast
Of superior numbers — our cause is a host;
We fight for the homesteads our fathers bequeathed,
Who died to defend them, with victory wreathed. [75]
Like our sires, we will venture our all on the fight.
Trust to luck, Alabama! God sides with the right!
Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout!
three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is out!
