H. DE MARSAN DEALER IN SONGS TOY BOOKS &c. No. 54 CHATH AM, N. Y.
Berdan’s men are in the field:
The Rebels all look blue, sir;
For, well they know, where’er we go,
Our rifles will prove true, sir.
O’er hills and through dark woods we roam,
No Foe shall make us tremble;
Our rifles crack, will drive them back,
And every fear dissemble.
When, from their heights, the guns they sight
To deal dark woe around, sir,
Our rifles flash—the bullets crash —
And Traitors bite the ground, sir.
Our cause is just, and on we’ll march,
With MAC, our brave Commander,
Guard well his life, ‘mid all the strife,
Until our Foes surrender.
No cares have we but for Liberty,
And glad would bear all pain, sir,
If our Flag could fly, in the azure sky,
O’er every State again, sir,