New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1861-08-19
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Rise Sonthrons, from your bivouacs! There's dan
ger in the air
Rise, Southrons shake your banners out! and
rush with weapons where
The Northern foeraan's legions dark now tread
Manassas plain -.
Beneath rising sun that hosts shall ne'er see rise
again.
Rise, Southrons! shake your banners out! the
Stars and Bars fling wide,
And form beneath that LabaruIn the brunt OF oeath
to bide-
Its starry field the heaven you seek-its blue the
hope you feel
It's white your cause-its red the blood Of victims
Of your steel,
Form, Southrons form your battle lines, Stand
close in stern, array,
As brothers stand who mean to stand by bro theirs
in the fray
The foemen gather nunberless to whelm you in the
fight:
They little know your Southern stock-they'll
number less tonight.
Form, southrons form your battle nes and firm
your places take,
For those alone who form those lines, those lines
alone shall break
And only break to forward step-no foeman's
furious charge
Shall break those lines to bear you back beyond
the battles marge!
stand, S0utlrQnS, stand our naAeQ DfcaS55 are
breastworks of your soil;
Close up your ranks and brayely bear the battles
death and toll:
| When from beneath yon hostile cloud Of battle
flashes bright
| The cannons fire, stand fast, stand firm, you're
warTing for the Right!
Stand, Southrons, stand. Close up your ranks
| step where your brothers stood!
! Close up the gap the cannon ploughed--stand for
| them as theV would
Fer you, had Heaven decreed that they should live
| to claim in life
| The glory that they leave to you, crown'd heroes
| Of this strife.
Stand, southrons, stand! Your lofty souls look fal
beyond this hour
When in the front of battle you hurl back tht
Northmens power;
Your country's future fate appeals-now pledge
| your manhood 8 might
To win and hold by valiant deeds her honor ant
| her right
Stand, Southrons, stand The war cloud lower
above you, dusk pail
OF death: and round you in the ranks your friend
and brothers fall:
Their wounds pour out the sacrifice on freedom
altar shed
To you remains the vengeance dire for eyry dro
they've bled
, Charge, Southrons, charge! For only thus 20
leave your hard held posts!
, Your red right arm for vengeance now hath ella
the Lord of Hosts.
Now let the hot blood Of the South blaze in tt
heat cf strife.
f Now every blow be home-struck to let out fo
> mans life.
Charge, Southrons, charge! Your banners be;
# in the front surge of the fray,
l., And wave them high above the field, and stern
. sInite and slay
Shout loud the war cries of the South, and the
4 ring on high
s Strike for the South, and strike again, and smi
= them hip and thigh!
y | Charge Southrons, charge! Their wav' ring ran
!. quail at your leveled steel!
il Charge on. and teach them what they fear is le
4 than what they feel
When they meet the Southrons deadly charge al
e dare his deadly ire,
% When his blood is up and his blade is bare mid
"a battles wrath and fire!
r. Charge Southrons charge! Your banners pla
Ia upon the fOemans field,
n For none will stay to hold it now against the ar
rs you WELD,
10 Save those who ne'er shall fight again, but lyi
. pale and still,
Have met the fate should visit those who worl
tyrant's will.
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