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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 226 (search)
85. camp song. by Capt. Charles winter. Written on receipt of the intelligence that the Massachusetts soldiers had been fired on in Baltimore, and the dead bodies kicked about the street. air--Ye Parliaments of England. We tell you, traitors of the South, With all your chivalry too, That madness whirls your brains about, And you know not what you do! You have made a war, unholy; You'll be sure to rue the day When you meet the Freemen of the North In battle's stern array! You have called us dough-faced cowards; Said you'd meet us, two to one; And you've shown us how a dirty mob Can steal a soldier's gun; But for your dastard cowardice The battle-field shall tell That the blood you shed in Baltimore Was your passport into hell! You have dared us out to meet you, But you'll find our courage true! For, by the Eternal God we swear To crush your rebel crew! We know our cause is holy; We will keep our powder dry; And fight, as did our noble sires, For Freedom-or we'll die! We