The quivering leaves their showers distil, It comes at last O beam of hope! Thank God that doth the day restore; The sun mounts up the eastern slope, And, comrades, camp is gained once more. Camp Elkwater, Va., Oct. 14, 1861. WAR SONG. DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS. UP BY W. W. STORY. P with the Flag of the Stripes and the Stars! Gather together from plough and from loom! Hark to the signal! the music of wars Sounding for tyrants and traitors their doom. Brothers unite rouse in your might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Down with the foe to the Land and the Laws! Marching together, our country to save, WAR SONG. God shall be with us to strengthen our cause, Nerving the heart and the hand of the brave. March, march, march, march! 79 For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Flag of the Free! under thee we will fight, Shoulder to shoulder, our face to the foe; Death to all traitors, and God for the Right! Singing this song as to battle we go: March, march, march, march! Freemen unite - rouse in your might, Land of the Free that our fathers of old, Bleeding together, cemented in blood Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold, Standing like one, as our ancestors stood We march, march, march, march! Chain of the slave we have suffered so longStriving together, thy links we will break! Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song, 80 ELLSWORTH. Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake: Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Workmen arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen; Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men! March, march, march, march! Freemen! we fight, roused in our might, ELLSWORTH. WHO is this ye say is slain ? Whose voice answers not again? Ellsworth, shall we call in vain No! from every vale and hill Ne'er to pass away!" ELLSWORTH. Bring that rebel banner low, 'T was for that they dealt the blow, Or perish if we must! Hark to what Columbia saith: Strength renewed is given Such the law of Heaven." So we name him not in vain, Ellsworth's blood shall rise To our gracious Saviour - King: 'Tis a holy gift we bring; Such a sacred offering God will not despise. 81 No No Slaves in the land of the Free! No Wrong to be rampant where all should be Right, No sin that is shameful to see! America, show the wide world in thy strength How sternly determined thou art To cut from thy soil, in its breadth and its length, The canker that gnaws at thy heart! Uprouse thee! and swear by thy Might For all men are brothers, the black as the white, America, now is the perilous time, When safety is solely decreed To ridding the heart of old habits of crime, Away to the bats and the moles With the lash and the goad and the chain! Away with the buying and selling of souls, And slavery toiling in pain! |