To the troops of Virginia.
‘ Sons of the Sunny South, march on!Fight for your rights — be steadfast and brave!
Your's be the vicor's laurel-wreath d crown,
or the fall's patriot's honored grave!
You're be the back to free our fair land!
From he Nothman's hated power;
Our's to watch the fallen of your hand,
And sustain them in their dying hour.
Fear not the North!
for its angry hordes
O r Southern lands shall never take;
Trust in your God!--wield firmly your swords,
The eagle falls when bit by the seats.
Head not their threatenings and curses dread!
But by inch their fell march withstand;
Fear naught!
with gallant Ler at your head,
And Jefferson Davis to take command.
Fight for the land of the Jasmine and Rose,
Of the feath'ev Palm and Myztle bright.
Where the pure Magnolia proudly gro
For the beautiful boath oh!
nobly fight,
But fight still more for your native State!
Where mothers, sisters, and lov'd ones live;
A slave's hall he'r be her fate,
For dear Virginia your life-blood give.
Wave aloft you fight in graceful folds!
All wait for a group of undimm'd stars;
Instead of the "Stripes" which Lincoln hods
We've blazon'd our's with red and white Bars.
Grass tight its staff and bear it on high,
id roar of cannon and clash of steel;
Dismantled or broken it never shall lie,
Fort might the foe shall feel,
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