169. to the Washington Artillery.
by A Southern lady.Ye gallant men, march on, march on,
With strong, uplifted arm,
For angel hands shall carve the way,
And shield ye from all harm.
Oh, Major brave, let them not shrink
In peril or in pain;
Let memories of their Southern birth
Gird up their hearts again.
And in the hour of battle dark,
When foes stand man to man,
Then strike, boys, strike! for your firesides;
Strike for your native land!
'Tis a watchword which will never fail
To arm them with a might,
To follow their proud leader through
The thickest of the fight.
Then onward march, ye gallant men,
Nor let your courage pale;
While Walton holds the first command,
There's no such word as fail!,