by William H. Holcombe, M. D.See! our banner floating high,
Star in freedom's shining sky;
Soldiers! follow it or die--
Star of death or victory!
Beauty's hands its tissues wove,
Glory lends its aid to love;
Honor, truth, and God approve;
Comrades! follow it or die!
At the tyrant's call arrayed
Hireling troops our land invade;
Dear Virginia cries for aid!
Answer, cheering to her cry!
Forward! spirits brave and true!
Forward! till the foe's in view!
Death is the invader's due;
Death to hateful tyranny!
Soldiers! march at duty's call,
Meet the bayonet and the ball;
Front the cannon, scale the wall,
Shouting, Death or liberty!
Nations watch with eager eyes;
He who lives shall share the prize;
He is doubly crowned who dies.
Free or dead, be this our cry!
Fame! inspire us with thy charm;
Angels! shield our souls from harm;
Just our cause and strong our arm;
Forward, comrades! Do or die!