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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 101 (search)
33. Alarum. Men of America, Up from your slumbers! Dash the thick mist away, Each soul that cumbers! Freedom is yet alive! Wake, in her name to strive; Swarm from each busy hive Resistless numbers. Were we not freemen born-- Hero-descended? When shall the hiss of scorn, Our fame have ended? The soil of Washington Traitors should harbor none! Though all our rivers run With crimson blended. Our realm is half a world; Ocean to ocean! Shall our flag now be furled 'Mid war's commotion? No! let our Chief's command, Over broad lake and land, Rouse every freeman's hand, Each heart's devotion? Up! up for Liberty! The battle rages Of our land's history Blood stains the pages. Death may be welcome now; Though cold the laurel'd brow, Men to its fame shall bow All through the ages. From caitiff fear or flight, Good Lord, deliver! By truce with traitor might, Give us peace, never! Rather go down to dust, As in the end we must, Placing in God our trust, Freemen for ever! --Vanity Fair.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 134 (search)
Right! Singing this song as to battle we go: March, march, march, march! Freemen unite — rouse in your might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Land of the Free — that our fathers of old, Bleeding together, cemented in blood-- Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold, Standing like one, as our ancestors stood-- We march, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Hark to the call: Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Chain of the slave we have suffered so long-- Striving together, thy links we will break! Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song, Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake: March, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call-- Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Workmen, arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen; Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men. March, march, march, march! Freemen, we fight! roused in our might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Rig
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), 62. flag song of the Michigan Volunteers. (search)
and free. II. “Union and Freedom!” our war-cry is rolling, Now over the prairie, now wide o'er the billow, Hark! 'tis the battle, and soon will be tolling The knell of the soldier, who rests 'neath the willow. chorus.--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. III. Banner triumphant! though grand is thy story, We'll stamp on thy folds in this struggle to-day, Deeds of our armies, transcending in glory, The bravest yet chanted in poesy's lay. chorus--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. IV. Wise were our fathers, and brave in the battle, But treason uprises their Union to sever, Rouse for the fight! shout loud 'mid war's rattle, The Union must triumph, must triumph forever! chorus.--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. V. Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling, From hill-side and valley, from mountain and river, “Forward the flag!” e'en though heroes are falling, Our God will His own chosen standard deliver. chorus. Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are clinging, Lead us to victory, or wrap us i
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 182 (search)
68. the war slogan. Dedicated to Captain M'Mullen's Rangers. McGregor's Gathering. Columbia is calling her sons to the border, Rouse, rouse, ye brave hearts, to conquer or die; Revenge on the Southron, and death to the traitor-- Our Union forever, the slogan we cry. Then gather! gather! gather! Then gather! gather! gather! While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever! They trample her banner, and murder her freemen; They curse us as cowards, and swear we shall fly; Give their homes to the flames and their flesh to the ravens, Our arms, keen and gory, shall answer the lie. Then gather! gather! gather! Then gather! gather! gather! While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!