We’ll rally round the same old Flag

Our fathers did of yore,

And bravely fight beneath those folds

They hallowed with their gore;

We’ll guard it as a sacred trust

With our devoted band,

And shield it from the treachery

Of the Southron’s murd’rous hand.

What though we had a traitor Twiggs,

An Arnold we’d before;

But we have still our loyal North,

That keeps the oath it swore.

As brave as ever to the breeze

Our noble Flag’s unfurled,

The pride and blessing of our land,

The envy of the world.

And eager thousands grasp the sword,

The scabbard thrown away;

With willing hands and faithful hearts,

They’re ready for the fray,

To teach the Southern fratricide

The Stars and Stripes shall wave

O’er this the land of liberty,

The birthplace of the brave.