Battle Song of the "Black Horsemen."

Battle Song of the “Black Horsemen.”

We have come from the brave Southwest,
On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah in Dixie’s land!
With sabre flashing, rifle true,
The Northern ranks we will cut through!

We’ve come from the snow clad-mountains,
And the land of the purest fountains,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah in Dixie’s land!
Our sweethearts and our wives conjure us,
Not to leave a foe before us!

Our silken banner waves on high,
And we will fight and win or die;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah in Dixie’s land!
Our gray-haired sires sternly say,
That we must die or win the day!

On the 21st, ‘twixt sun and sun,
We made the boasting Yankees run,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah in Dixie’s land!
I tell you it was glorious fun,
To see their rout toward Arlington!

And now we’ll march on Washington,
With Louisiana’s gallant son,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah in Dixie’s land!
And drive old Abe with all his band
Beyond the bounds of Maryland!

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