The South. the South, the glorious South,
Now calls forth all her men.
Let her summons fly from mouth to mouth.
To gather stragglers in.
We hear it, and will quick respond
From our homes—Our cause,
Our fire-sides and families fond.
We will uphold Jeff’s laws.
With Lee to lead us who’ll despair
Of hanging Lincoln high
As Haman—and to birds of air
His body soon a prey shall fly.
South Carolina leads the van,
The South now follows soon
We’ll make the North dance to a man.
For Dixie* is our tune.
Old Maryland will yet be true,
We feel and know it well,
And Southern breezes soon to you,
Our rallying shall tell.