AN OLD TEXAN’S APPEAL.

By Reuben E. Brown.

Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come, quit your flocks and farms,
Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark! away to arms!
And hark! away to arms!
Your sports, your plays, your holidays,
And hark! away to arms!

For a soldier is a gentleman—his honor is his life—
And he that won’t fight at his post shall ne’er stay with his wife!
Shall ne’er stay with his wife!
And he that won’t fight at his post,
Shall ne’er stay with his wife!

For love and honor are the same, they are so near alike,
They neither can exist alone, but flourish side by side.

Our country calls us to the field—let’s not a moment stay;
Gird on your arms with cheerfulness, and fearless march away.

No foreign power shall us enslave—no Northern tyrant reign;
’Twas independence made us free, and freedom we’ll maintain.

The rising world shall sing of us a thousand years to come,
And children to their children tell what glories we have won.

Farewell, sweethearts! ’tis for awhile; my dear, sweet girls, adieu;
Let’s drive these Northern dogs away, we’ll come and stay with you.

And when the war is over, boys, we’ll then sit down at ease—
We’ll plow and sow, and reap and mow, and do just as we please.