Sons of SECESSIA glorious land!
Sons of THE SOUTH—noble band;
Proudly keep your gallant stand,
On to Victory.
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front of battle lower;
See approach fanatic Lincoln’s power,
Chains and Slavery.
By the dearest human ties,
By the starving ORPHAN’S cries,
We must strike for FREEDOM, and rise—
And they shall be FREE.
Lay those Vandal hordes low;
Tyrants fall in every foe;
Liberty’s in every blow—
Strike for Victory!
Who, will be a TRAITOR knave?
Who, will fill a COWARD’S grave?
Who, so base as be a Yankee’s slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Who, in this STRUGGLE would pause?
Let hint read Our Righteous Laws—
Let him join our Southern Cause,
For we SHALL be Free!