We Conquer or Die |
James Pierpont
The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight, The stern bigot Northman exults in his might. Gird on your bright weapons your foemen are nigh, |: And this be our watchword, "We conquer or die!" :|
2. The trumpet is sounding from mountain to shore,
3. March on to the battlefield, there to do or dare, | 4. Press forward undaunted, nor think of retreat, The enemy's host on the the threshold to meet, Strike firm, till the foeman before you shall fly, |: Appalled by the watchword, "We conquer or die!" :|
5. Go forth in the pathway our forefathers trod,
6. We strike for the South - Mountain, Valley, and Plain, |