REBEL IS A SACRED NAME.

Written by an inmate of the old Capitol Prison, Washington City.

Rebel is a sacred name;
Traitor, too, is glorious;
By such names our father’s fought—
By them were victorious.

Chorus—Gaily floats our rebel flag
Over hill and valley—
Broad its bars, and bright its stars,
Calling us to rally.

Washington a rebel was,
Jefferson a traitor,—
But their treason won success,
And made their glory greater.
Chorus.

O’er our southern sunny strand
Vandal feet are treading;
And the Hessians on our land
Devastation spreading.
Chorus.

Can you then inactive be?
Maidens fair are saying;
And their bright eyes shame us out
With this long delaying.
Chorus.

Rouse ye, children of the free,
Rally to our streamer;
The vandal flag floats o’er our land,—
Awaken, Southern dreamer!
Chorus.

Rebel arms shall win the fight,
Rebel prayers defend us;
Rebel maidens greet us home,
When tyrants no more rend us.
Chorus.