Up Freeman, up and volunteer, Hurrah, hurrah! And crush Rebellion out this year, Hurrah, hurrah! Up-hoist our Country’s glorious flag, Down with the Confederate rag; And we’ll all drink stone blind, Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
The Conscription Act it now is passed, Hurrah, hurrah! And we’ll be drafted all at last; Hurrah, hurrah! Five Hundred Thousand the latest call, Wake up or we’ll be ruined all; And we’ll all drink stone blind--Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
Soon from the distant shores of Maine, Hurrah, hurrah! To Georgia’s distant sunny plain, Hurrah, hurrah! Our Flag shall wave o’er every fort, O’er land and sea, and then we’ll sport; And we’ll all drink stone blind--Johnny fill up the bowl. 
And when this cruel war is o’er, Hurrah, hurrah! We’ll not discharge the Invalid Corps, Hurrah, hurrah! But to garrison forts or occupy, A higher station till they die; And we’ll all drink stone blind--Johnny fill up the bowl. 
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