The Patriot Soldier.Air—America, Commerce and Freedom.How proud the steps a soldier treads,His country’s cause defending;And dear the blood a freeman sheds,With glory’s laurels blending;Though fiery tempest sweep his path,In battle’s line appearing,And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,All horrid shapes uprearing,CHORUS.Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”In all the land, from South to North,From East to West, he glories;But fights to drive the traitors forth,And rid its soil of tories!No crafty words his faith can shake—No force can make him falter;He draws his sword for Union’s sake,And strikes for Freedom’s altar!For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And flies to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
Air—America, Commerce and Freedom.
How proud the steps a soldier treads,His country’s cause defending;And dear the blood a freeman sheds,With glory’s laurels blending;Though fiery tempest sweep his path,In battle’s line appearing,And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,All horrid shapes uprearing,CHORUS.Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”In all the land, from South to North,From East to West, he glories;But fights to drive the traitors forth,And rid its soil of tories!No crafty words his faith can shake—No force can make him falter;He draws his sword for Union’s sake,And strikes for Freedom’s altar!For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And flies to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
How proud the steps a soldier treads,His country’s cause defending;And dear the blood a freeman sheds,With glory’s laurels blending;Though fiery tempest sweep his path,In battle’s line appearing,And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,All horrid shapes uprearing,CHORUS.Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”In all the land, from South to North,From East to West, he glories;But fights to drive the traitors forth,And rid its soil of tories!No crafty words his faith can shake—No force can make him falter;He draws his sword for Union’s sake,And strikes for Freedom’s altar!For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And flies to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
How proud the steps a soldier treads,His country’s cause defending;And dear the blood a freeman sheds,With glory’s laurels blending;Though fiery tempest sweep his path,In battle’s line appearing,And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,All horrid shapes uprearing,
How proud the steps a soldier treads,
His country’s cause defending;
And dear the blood a freeman sheds,
With glory’s laurels blending;
Though fiery tempest sweep his path,
In battle’s line appearing,
And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,
All horrid shapes uprearing,
CHORUS.
Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
In all the land, from South to North,From East to West, he glories;But fights to drive the traitors forth,And rid its soil of tories!No crafty words his faith can shake—No force can make him falter;He draws his sword for Union’s sake,And strikes for Freedom’s altar!
In all the land, from South to North,
From East to West, he glories;
But fights to drive the traitors forth,
And rid its soil of tories!
No crafty words his faith can shake—
No force can make him falter;
He draws his sword for Union’s sake,
And strikes for Freedom’s altar!
For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,And flies to his comrades, to lead them;In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And flies to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”