Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1.
Frank Moore, Ed.

66. A bugle note.

Oh, freemen's sons, arouse to battle,
     'Gainst the proud, insulting foe;
Shall their cannon ‘round us rattle,
     And no arm to strike a blow?--
And no arm to strike a blow?
     Too long has tolerance been given,
By forbearance kind and free;
     But let now the war-cry be,
Our blest land shall ne'er be riven!
     To arms! to arms, ye brave!
Our trampled flag reclaim
     From traitor's grasp, and nobly win
A patriot's honored name.

Hear, hear the cannon loudly roaring,
     ‘Round our brave and valiant band;
And a nation loud deploring
     The stained honor of our land--
The stained honor of our land.
     And will you tamely now surrender
To a false and perjured host,
     Your glorious country's boast,
Refusing to defend her?
     To arms! to arms, ye brave!
Our trampled flag reclaim
     From traitor's grasp, and nobly win
A patriot's honored name.