83. songs of the rebels.
Song for the Times.written for the ladies' military Fair, New Orleans. Go, soldiers! arm you for the fight;
God shield the. cause of Justice, Right;
May all return with victory crowned;
May every heart with joy abound;
May each deserve the laurel crown,
Nor one to meet his lady's frown.
May each deserve his lady's kiss;--
His gun ne'er find its aim amiss;
May Pickens' Fort at once be ours;
May glory bright await the hours;
May every foeman take to flight I
To arms, then, soldiers! for the fight.
To arms, ye brave! your homes are dear;
To arms! the foe is very near.
Your country calls — your cause is good;
To arms, who have fair lady woo'd!
To arms, if you would know the joy
Of her esteem, without alloy.
To arms! the Fort must now be ours;
Then fight and work with all your powers;
Let wreaths immortal crown your graves--
The surging surf and foaming waves
Your requiem sing. Oh, soldiers dear,
For you who fall we'll drop a tear.
Your cause is good--'tis honor bright,
'Tis virtue, country, home, and right;
Then should you die for love of these,
We'll waft your names upon the breeze;
The waves will sing your lullaby,
Your country mourn your latest sigh.