Song of the Zouaves.Air—The Plains of Mexico.Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves,Where dangers darkly frown;Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms,Strike every traitor down.What though their murd’rous squadrons stand,In stern and fierce array;We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge,And quickly clear the way.This Union, which so long hath beenThe shelt’ring home of allFair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,Shall not by traitors fall;But it will stand, through storm and strife,The home of Freedom’s band,And naught shall cause its overthrow,While strength lies in our hand.Though years may roll their onward course,Our hands shall ne’er be stayed,Till Freedom’s land be free from strife,And in sweet peace arrayed.And now, farewell to home and friends,And if we ne’er return,’Twill be because the gallant SixthAll death and danger spurn.
Air—The Plains of Mexico.
Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves,Where dangers darkly frown;Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms,Strike every traitor down.What though their murd’rous squadrons stand,In stern and fierce array;We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge,And quickly clear the way.This Union, which so long hath beenThe shelt’ring home of allFair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,Shall not by traitors fall;But it will stand, through storm and strife,The home of Freedom’s band,And naught shall cause its overthrow,While strength lies in our hand.Though years may roll their onward course,Our hands shall ne’er be stayed,Till Freedom’s land be free from strife,And in sweet peace arrayed.And now, farewell to home and friends,And if we ne’er return,’Twill be because the gallant SixthAll death and danger spurn.
Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves,Where dangers darkly frown;Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms,Strike every traitor down.What though their murd’rous squadrons stand,In stern and fierce array;We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge,And quickly clear the way.This Union, which so long hath beenThe shelt’ring home of allFair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,Shall not by traitors fall;But it will stand, through storm and strife,The home of Freedom’s band,And naught shall cause its overthrow,While strength lies in our hand.Though years may roll their onward course,Our hands shall ne’er be stayed,Till Freedom’s land be free from strife,And in sweet peace arrayed.And now, farewell to home and friends,And if we ne’er return,’Twill be because the gallant SixthAll death and danger spurn.
Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves,Where dangers darkly frown;Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms,Strike every traitor down.What though their murd’rous squadrons stand,In stern and fierce array;We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge,And quickly clear the way.
Dash on, dash on, my gallant Zouaves,
Where dangers darkly frown;
Let Freedom bravely nerve your arms,
Strike every traitor down.
What though their murd’rous squadrons stand,
In stern and fierce array;
We’ll make them feel our sweeping charge,
And quickly clear the way.
This Union, which so long hath beenThe shelt’ring home of allFair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,Shall not by traitors fall;But it will stand, through storm and strife,The home of Freedom’s band,And naught shall cause its overthrow,While strength lies in our hand.
This Union, which so long hath been
The shelt’ring home of all
Fair Freedom’s valiant, holy band,
Shall not by traitors fall;
But it will stand, through storm and strife,
The home of Freedom’s band,
And naught shall cause its overthrow,
While strength lies in our hand.
Though years may roll their onward course,Our hands shall ne’er be stayed,Till Freedom’s land be free from strife,And in sweet peace arrayed.And now, farewell to home and friends,And if we ne’er return,’Twill be because the gallant SixthAll death and danger spurn.
Though years may roll their onward course,
Our hands shall ne’er be stayed,
Till Freedom’s land be free from strife,
And in sweet peace arrayed.
And now, farewell to home and friends,
And if we ne’er return,
’Twill be because the gallant Sixth
All death and danger spurn.