By Luola.

Air—“The Old North State.”

Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming!
The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!
Oh! wait not for argument, call, or persuasion
To meet at the onset this treach’rous invasion!

Chorus.—Defend, defend the old North State forever;
Defend, defend the good old North State.

Oh! think of the maidens, the wives, and the mothers;
Fly ye to the rescue, sons, husbands, and brothers,
And sink in oblivion all party and section;
Your hearth-stones are looking to you for protection!

The babe in its sweetness, the child in its beauty,
Unconsciously urge you to action and duty!
By all that is sacred, by all to you tender,
Your country adjures, arise and defend her!

The Star-Spangled Banner, dishonored, is streaming
O’er lands of fanatics; their swords are now gleaming;
They thirst for the life-blood of those you most cherish;
With brave hearts and true, then, arouse, or they perish.

Round the flag of the South, oh! in thousands now rally,
For the hour’s departed when freemen may sally;
Your all is at stake; then go forth and God speed you,
And onward to glory and victory lead you!

Chorus.—Hurrah! hurrah! the old North State forever!
Hurrah! hurrah! the good old North State.