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

85. our braves in Virginia.

We have ridden from the brave Southwest,
     On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
     With sabre flash and rifle true,--
Hurrah! hurrah!--
     The Northern ranks we will cut through,
And charge for Old Virginia, boys.
     Hurrah! hurrah!
Then charge for Old Virginia.

We have come from the cloud-capp'd mountains,
     From the land of purest fountains;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
     Our sweethearts and wives conjure us,--
Hurrah! hurrah!--
     Not to leave a foe before us,
And strike for Old Virginia, boys, &c.

Then we'll rally to the bugle call;
     For Southern rights we'll fight and fall;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah I
     Our gray-haired sires sternly say,--
Hurrah! hurrah!--
     That we must die or win the day.
Three cheers for Old Virginia, boys, &c.

Then our silken banner wave on high;
     For Southern homes we'll fight and die.
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
     Our cause is right, our quarrel just,--
Hurrah! hurrah!--
     We'll in the God of battles trust,
And conquer for Virginia, boys, &c.