Freedom's Call |
Southrons to arms! Southrons to arms! Justice, with flaming sword, Marshals to arms! There where death's iron hail, Makes each false heart to quail, Brave souls will never fail, Southrons to arms!
2. Hark!--on the field, | 3. Vaunting, the foe Chaunt, as they go, Hymns in a despot's praise, Sullen and low; Loud in response proclaim, Freemen with horror name Union which works a shame, Lasting though slow.
4. Nerved with the right, |
5. Soon may the storm, Lighten and flee; Soon may each joyous home Welcome the free! Crowned with pure happiness, Father! Thy Name we'll bless, Bending in gratitude, Father to Thee. |