Look ye to our banner floating—
Freemen ever fondly doating—
Hirelings now so sadly gloating
At Treason’s fearful sting.
CHORUS.
Glory, glory, be our anthem,
Glory, glory, be our anthem,
Praises to our Starry Banner,
As patriots, let us sing.
Hark! o’er hill and hamlet bounding,
Shouts of freemen now resounding,
All our enemies confounding—
Our eagle’s on the wing.
Chorus.—Glory, glory, etc.
Spirits of the great departed!
Cheer the sad and broken-hearted—
Lead to victory those who started
To fight Rebellion’s king.
Chorus.—Glory, glory, etc.