The South I wonder every heart
Don’t with emotion beat;
And from each eye a teardrop start
At that one so sweet.
The South, the South oh! May it be
The sole pride of the brave!
The seat of glorious victory,
And not of Freedom’s grave.
The South what though despotic Abe
Now strive her power to kill;
Forever may her banner wave
And drive him at her will.
And when this bloody conflict’s o’er,
Free both in heart and hand;
Our war cry shall be as of yore
‘‘God for our Sunny Land!”
We’ll bless our God who did defend
Our cause of noble right:
And to heaven our thanks ascend
From morning until night.