Give us Room.Air—Buy a Broom.From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.CHORUS.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
Air—Buy a Broom.
From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.CHORUS.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.CHORUS.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.
From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,
To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;
All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,
We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.
CHORUS.
Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.
From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.
From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—
O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;
And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,
We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.
Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.Give us room! give us room!Give us room! give us room!Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,
And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;
But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,
And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.