Choose then, nor falter at the start, Be thou the guardian of the weak, No end beyond the avowèd end. Joseph B. Gilder [1858 DIXIE [THE ORIGINAL VERSION] I WISH I was in de land ob cotton, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Early on one frosty mornin', Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Chorus-Den I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie's land we'll took our stand, to lib an' die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie! Old missus marry Will de weaber, When he put his arm around 'er, His face was sharp as a butcher cleaber, While missus libbed, she libbed in clover, An' marry a man to break her heart? Buckwheat cakes an' stony batter Now if you want to drive 'way sorrow, Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble, Daniel Decatur Emmett [1815-1904] DIXIE SOUTHRONS, hear your country call you! To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! For Dixie's land we take our stand, To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! Hear the Northern thunders mutter! Fear no danger! Shun no labor! How the South's great heart rejoices For faith betrayed, and pledges broken, Strong as lions, swift as eagles, Back to their kennels hunt these beagles! Cut the unequal bonds asunder! Let them hence each other plunder! Swear upon your country's altar Till the spoilers are defeated, Till the Lord's work is completed! Halt not till our Federation Secures among earth's powers its station! If the loved ones weep in sadness, Exultant pride soon vanquish sorrow; To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! For Dixie's land we take our stand, And live or die for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! Albert Pike [1809-1891] MY MARYLAND THE despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland! Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, For life or death, for woe or weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Come! 'tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Dear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain,"Sic semper!" 'tis the proud refrain That baffles minions back amain, Maryland! Arise in majesty again, Maryland, my Maryland! Come! for thy shield is bright and strong, Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland! Come to thine own heroic throng Maryland, my Maryland! I see the blush upon thy cheek, For thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! But lo! there surges forth a shriek, From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland, my Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb; Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! She burns! She'll come! She'll come! Maryland, my Maryland! James Ryder Randall (1839-1908] |