From your serried ranks of war!
Fall in line with State of Marion,
And your glittering falchion draw!
For the banner which once floated
Over Freedom's native land--
Flag, to which you are devoted,
Is borne by a tyrant's band.
Save, oh, save it from pollution,
Though your noblest sons fall dead!
Save it, though in revolution
All its stars with blood be red!
Then, with “Southern Cross” emblazon
Its blue field in colors bold,
So that we may proudly gaze on
Fifteen clustering stars of gold.