Songs of the rebels: the Federal Vandals.1They come, they come — a motley crew,
For rapine, rape, and plunder met;
From different realms, of every hue,
The olive, yellow, white, and jet,
The princely loom-lord and his servile loot,
By sea and land they come, on horse, on foot
Ye Southern freemen, who is he,
By foes encompassed as thou art,
That will, that can deliver thee?
That dares attempt to take thy part?
Hark ye! in loudest thunder from on high,
The great Jehovah answers — It is I.
Rise, then, ye freemen, old and young
Unsheathe your swords — be bold, be brave!
Away be every scabbard flung,
In Federal blood your broadswords lave.
Arise, “arise and thresh--'tis God's command,” 2
And sweep Abe's cringing minions from your land.