MORGAN’S WAR-SONG.

By Gen. Basil Duke, of Kentucky.

Air—A combination of the “Marseillaise” and the “Old Granite State.”

Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand,
For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land:
Sound! sound the loud alarm!
Arise! arise and arm!
Let the hand of each foeman grasp the sword to maintain
Those rights which, once lost, he can never regain.

Chorus.—Gather fast ’neath our flag,
For ’tis God’s own decree,
That its folds shall still float
O’er a land that is free!

See ye not those dark clouds which now threaten the sky?
Hear ye not that stern thunder now bursting so nigh?
Shout! shout your battle-cry!
Win! win this fight or die!
What our fathers achieved our own valor can keep,
And we’ll save our fair land or we’ll sleep our last sleep!
Chorus.

On our hearts and our arms and our God we rely,
And a nation shall rise, or a people shall die.
Form! form the serried line!
Advance! advance our proud ensign:
To your country devote every life that she gave,
Let the land they invade give their army its grave.
Chorus.

Though their plunder-paid hordes come to ravage our land,
Give our fields to the spoiler, our homes to the brand,
Our souls are all aglow,
To face the hireling foe.
Give the robbers to know that we never will yield,
While the arm of one Southron a weapon can wield.
Chorus.

From our far Southern shore now arises a prayer,
While the cry of our women fills with anguish the air.
O! list that pleading voice,
Each youth now make his choice;
Now tamely submit like a coward or slave,
Or rise and resist like the free and the brave.
Chorus.

Kentucky! Kentucky! can you suffer the sight
Of your sisters insulted, your friends in the fight?
Awake! be free again!
O! break the tyrant’s chain:
Let each hand seize the sword it drew for the right,
From the homes of your fathers drive the dastard in flight.
Chorus.

Knoxville, Tenn., July 4, 1862.