The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1862-09-09

amp WOOelbury.--lSth Regimen
bring you here a song to-day,
While war-clouds dark lower;
1t is not for day of peace
But for the battles hour. A
Net for strife all sternly fought
On olden battle fields,
Where tyranny's fell, sceptered hand
Despotic power wields:
But for a contest raging now
Upon our cherished soil
Where earnest patriots, bold and strong,
Will for their freedom toll;
Fought, meath the glad old Stars and Stripes,
The emblem, tried and true,
That still shall float above our soil,
The, Red the White and Blue,
Brave, earnest, patriotic souls,
No recreants in the fight,
They battle well for freedoms cause,
For Liberty and Right.
They go TO crush rebellion foul,
And traitors TO defeat,
To oppose those desperate hordes
In treason's names that meet,
Go to defend their country's life,
'Gainst tyrants who have planned
To rend in twain our Union loved,
And desolate the land.
And 'mong the brave and daring souls
Who fight their homes TO save,
Here's to the Eighteenth Michigan,
Each man soldier brave.
Our brothers long have called to us
From Southern fields of fame,
Each Southern breeze has borne to us
Ellsworth's and Winthrops name,
Some call from dark Manassas ground
Where slumber still the brave,
And where the sun looks down to-day
On many soldiers grave,
And where, upon that fated field,
Along Potomac's tide,
Fighting by those whome he led on.
The gallant Baker died.
And where, as well, at Seven Pines
The hostile forces met.
And the wide field of carnage there
With patriot blood was wet;
Then, too near Charleston's traitorous walls
Where Michiguu's brave boys,
Were swept before the rebel guns
As sweeps the wind IFS toys;
Where too, at Richmond's bloody gates,
Has ragged the fearful fray
And scattered DER the hard fought field
Are late made graves to-day
They call from far Missoun's plains
Where Lions fame shall be
Who gave his country all his wealth
And gave his life as free;
Where on the soil Of Tennessee
With many dark ming frown
From the high bluffs of Cumberland,
Fort Donelson looks down;
Or where along the Tennessee,
Doing his duty well
On Shiloi's bloody battle field,
wallace with thousands fell,
That clarion call we're answering now
And, 'mong the warlike bands
Who,ve well responded to its notes,
The Eighteenth ready stands.
And still they call for other aid
AS press the cruel foe:
They only ask for that support
They needed long ago.
They call in every whispering breeze
That floats above our head,
The living tones OF those who're left,
The spirits of the dead,
Aud shall they ask of us in vain
Oh, shall we turn away
And when they thus appeal to us
Like towards turn away
'Nol NOT hear New England say,
Each middle state replies,
And "No;" throughout the mighty west
Is echoed to the skies.
We're gathered from our cherished homes,
From workshop and from farm;
The pulpit, forum, and the press
Ring with loud alarm
We break each tie tina. binds us here,
And bid adieu each friend,
Pausing but to the fathers care,
Their welfare. to commend,
We leave them in our country's care
With you who still remain,
And whether we shall slumber there
Or come TO You again,
Whether upon the battle field
Or camped meath heavens deep blue,
We pray you keep kind thoughts for those,
Who form the Eighteenth true.
And as we leave these cherished scenes
To go forth TO the fight
To join our noble comrads there
Who're gathering in the might,
This shall our string anthem be
And this our marching song;
We are coming, brothers, coming,
Three hundred thousand strong.
And where upon the battle field
Amid its carnage dire,
Where death lights up his chambers dark
From out its burning fire,
We rally meath our standard sheet,
This be our battle cry:
We conquer meath its glorious folds,
Or by it nobly die.
And If we fall upon the field,
The only wish we crave
Is well to fill, wherer il be,
An honored soldiers grave,
And when the day of peace shall dawn,
The rebel standard lower,
When our old flag shall waye again
From North TO southern shore,
When hushed shall be the din of strife,-
And stilled the battles noise,
We only ask a welcome home