177. to the Third Regiment of Maine.
by W. C. Baker.When the robber and assassin
Stealthily at midnight crept
On each dear and sacred object
That beside us fondly slept,
How we rouse us to protect them,
Springing on to their defence--
All unheeding our own safety,
Till we drive the robber hence.
Thus did you, brave sons of Maine-land,
When you heard your country's call,
Rise, and in one mighty accent,
Answer, “We are ready, all.”
Ready now, and all united,
To repel the rebel foe,
From the wood, the field, the workshop,
Came the glad response, “We go.”
On, ye gallant sons Dirego!
Help sustain our drooping flag;
Meet the traitor at his threshold;
Down his rebel ensign drag.
On your arms our nation's fate hangs;
Rally for its flag and laws;
The God of Battles will go with you,
In this glorious, holy cause.