Summons to the North.Air—To the West—to the West.To the field! to the field! where our comrades now stand,For the cause of the Union, the life of our land!Where the sons of the North for their liberties fight,And the men of all nations combine for the right;Where the children of Erin with Britons conjoin,And the Gaul and the German press loin unto loin;And the men of Italia and Hungary trueAre surrounding the Flag of the Red, White and Blue!CHORUS.To the field! to the field! let no freeman delay!For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.To the field! etc.
Air—To the West—to the West.
To the field! to the field! where our comrades now stand,For the cause of the Union, the life of our land!Where the sons of the North for their liberties fight,And the men of all nations combine for the right;Where the children of Erin with Britons conjoin,And the Gaul and the German press loin unto loin;And the men of Italia and Hungary trueAre surrounding the Flag of the Red, White and Blue!CHORUS.To the field! to the field! let no freeman delay!For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.To the field! etc.
To the field! to the field! where our comrades now stand,For the cause of the Union, the life of our land!Where the sons of the North for their liberties fight,And the men of all nations combine for the right;Where the children of Erin with Britons conjoin,And the Gaul and the German press loin unto loin;And the men of Italia and Hungary trueAre surrounding the Flag of the Red, White and Blue!CHORUS.To the field! to the field! let no freeman delay!For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.To the field! etc.
To the field! to the field! where our comrades now stand,For the cause of the Union, the life of our land!Where the sons of the North for their liberties fight,And the men of all nations combine for the right;Where the children of Erin with Britons conjoin,And the Gaul and the German press loin unto loin;And the men of Italia and Hungary trueAre surrounding the Flag of the Red, White and Blue!
To the field! to the field! where our comrades now stand,
For the cause of the Union, the life of our land!
Where the sons of the North for their liberties fight,
And the men of all nations combine for the right;
Where the children of Erin with Britons conjoin,
And the Gaul and the German press loin unto loin;
And the men of Italia and Hungary true
Are surrounding the Flag of the Red, White and Blue!
CHORUS.
To the field! to the field! let no freeman delay!For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.
To the field! to the field! let no freeman delay!
For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!
If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,
It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.
’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.
’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;
For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!
’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,
That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!
And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,
And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,
And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,
Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak.
To the field! etc.
To the field! etc.