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UNION SONG. 241 |
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Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free,
His name from Old Jackson we will not dissever, Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory-tree, And let them be symbols of Union forever; Without fear in their hearts, Well they acted their parts, Though traitors showered on them their deadliest darts; And true to their Maker and faithful to man, The standard of Freedom they bore in the van.
From the North to the Tropic shall float on the gale Our star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just; Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail, They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust. Then arm for the strife, Give them war to the knife, And light in the balance with Union hold life ; Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest, Though torn, must wave over Charleston again. |
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