THE SOUTHERN FLAG.

Tune—“A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

Three cheers for the Southern flag,
That floats upon the gale,
Once more fling out its flapping folds,
And make its foeman quail.
And make each foeman quail, my boys,
While, like an earthquake roar,
Goes forth our war cry through the land,
For liberty once more.

Chorus.—Three cheers for the Southern flag,
That floats above the gale,
Once more fling out its flapping folds,
And make its foeman quail.

Oh, for an Abolition crowd,
I hear old Abe cry out,
Affrighted by the march of foes,
The freeman’s mighty shout.
That shouting welcomes to our heart,
The freeman’s chosen man—
Jeff Davis—who now heads our hosts,
And leads the glorious van.
Chorus.

Full brightly waves our flag in air,
O’er Sumpter’s fort just won.
And soon o’er Pickens’ towering heights
It will glitter in the sun.
It will glitter in the sun, my boys,
And fan the battle cloud,
The struggling freeman’s sigh of hope,
The fallen heroes’ shroud.
Chorus.

And now three cheers for the glorious flag,
That victory has won,
And may it soon be towering o’er
The Dome at Washington.
The Dome at Washington, my boys,
While Abolition hosts
Shall quail and shake before the flag—
The freeman’s glorious boast.
Chorus.