8. songs of the rebels.
A call to Kentuckians.
by A Southern rights woman.Sons of Kentucky, arise from your dreaming!
Awake, and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh;
Must ye wait till our land with their legions are teeming,
Ere ye rise in your might to battle or die?
Oh, list to the wail from Missouri's heart coming,
As trampled and bleeding she shrinks from the foe;
Oh, such is our fate if thus ye lie sleeping;
Then wake from your slumbers, and shield us from woe.
The spirits of those who in battle have fallen,
Are weeping in shame at your cowardly fear;
The watchword of fiends hath already been given
To crush and destroy all your loved ones so dear.
Has the day gone fore'er, when 'twere nobler to be
A son of Kentucky than diadems wear?
Be ye cowards and slaves? Are ye no longer free,
That thus with your traitorous tyrants ye bear!
Then rise in your might, and repel each invader,
Nor let our loved land be disgraced by their tread;
Let the watchword be, “Freedom and States' Rights forever!”
Nor cease till each foe shall lie low with the dead.
Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1861.