WE’LL BE FREE IN MARYLAND.

By R. E. Holtz.

Air—“Gideon’s Band.”

The boys down South in Dixie’s land,
The boys down South in Dixie’s land,
The boys down South in Dixie’s land
Will come and rescue Maryland.

Chorus.—If you will join the Dixie band,
Here’s my heart and here’s my hand,
If you will join the Dixie band;
We’re fighting for a home.

The Northern foes have trod us down,
The Northern foes have trod us down,
The Northern foes have trod us down,
But we will rise with true renown.
Chorus.

The tyrants they must leave our door,
The tyrants they must leave our door,
The tyrants they must leave our door,
Then we’ll be free in Baltimore.
Chorus.

These hirelings they’ll never stand,
These hirelings they’ll never stand,
These hirelings they’ll never stand,
Whenever they see the Southern band.
Chorus.

Old Abe has got into a trap,
Old Abe has got into a trap,
Old Abe has got into a trap,
And he can’t get out with his Scotch cap.
Chorus.

Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
Nobody’s hurt is easy spun,
But the Yankees caught it at Bull Run.
Chorus.

We’ll rally to Jeff Davis true,
Beauregard and Johnston, too,
Magruder, Price, and General Bragg,
And give three cheers for the Southern Flag.
Chorus.

We’ll drink this toast to one and all,
Keep cocked and primed for the Southern call;
The day will come, we’ll make a stand,
Then we’ll be free in Maryland.
Chorus.

January 30, 1862.