Up from the valley deeps,

Down from the crags,

Out from the forest-aisles,

Waving our flags—

Marching with warlike tread,

Forward we come,

Sons of America,

Following the drum!

Shouting our battle-cries,

Forward we come,

Sons of America,

Following the drum!

Down from New England hills,

Out from New York,

Over the Jersey plains,

Strong for our work—

From Pennsylvania’s glens,

From Indiana,

Up from the O-hi-o,

Under our banner.

Michigan’s riflemen,

Oregon’s scouts,

Landsmen and mariners,

Mingling their shouts;

Under the Flag of Stars—

Waving still high—

Still for the Union, boys,

Stand we or die!