Tennessee! Fire Away! |
Black Republican bandits Have crossed to our shore, Our soil has been dyed With Tennesse's gore; The murderer's triumph Was theirs for a day:-- Our triumph is coming-- So fire--fire away! Fire away!
2. Be steady--be ready-- | 3. Lo! the smoke-wreaths uprising! The belching flames tear Wide gaps through the curtain, Revealing despair. Torn flutters their banner-- They run in dismay; They are wavering--sinking-- So fire--fire away! Fire away!
4. They sneer at the rags |
5. 'Tis over--the thunders Have died on the gale-- Of the wounded and vanquished Hark! hark to the wail! Long the Lincoln invader Shall mourn for the day When Tennesseians was summoned To fire--fire away! Fire away! |