Onward dash the Pine-Tree banner,
Where a threatened Senate calls,
Ere a foe in Freedom's city
Desecrate her sacred halls.
Where a son would strike a mother
With a traitor's stealthy blow,
Forward, every loyal brother!
Fly to crush the dastard foe.
chorus — To the fray, &c.
IV.
Onward, then, our stainless banner,
Let it kiss the stripe and star,
Till in weal and woe united
They forever wedded are.
We will plant them by the river,
By the gulf and by the strand,
Till they float, to float forever,
O'er a free, united land.
chorus — To the fray, &c.
V.
We have left the plough and anvil,
Left the ledger and the loom;
Our shares to swords are beaten,
And our pen's the pen of doom.
But we'll plough a deeper furrow,
And we'll deal a heavier blow,
And upon the Nation's Ledger
We will strike the balance now.
chorus — To the fray, &c.
VI.
Lay the rails and build the engines,
O'er the stream the bridges throw;
These are little Yankee notions
Yankees carry as they go.
To the friends we leave behind us,
Oft we pledge a hearty health,
And one prayer to God we offer--
Save the good old Commonwealth
chorus — To the fray, &c.
VII.
See an Adams and an Otis
Look from heaven to speed us on!
Hear a Warren and a Prescott
Bid us keep the fields they won!
See again Virginia's Patriot
Rise to bid Disunion stand!
See the shade of Monticello
Strike again at Treason's hand!
chorus — To the fray, &c.
VIII.
Forward, then, the Pine-Tree banner!
Still as in our fathers' day,
Where her country's need is greatest,
Massachusetts leads the way!
By our brothers' blood still crying
From the streets of Baltimore,
Let the foe — who struck behind them,
Be struck down for evermore.
chorus — To the fray, &c.
IX.
Now, the Stars and Stripes forever!
Be he cursed, each traitor son,
Who assails the starry banner
And the flag of Washington!
For Mount Vernon's sacred ashes
Will not rest within their bed,
With a traitor band around it,
And a traitor flag o'erhead!
chorus — To the fray comes the Bay State I
Clear the way for the Bay State!
Trust you may in the Bay State!
She will do, or die.
--N. Y. Tribune, June 9.
