Sons of freedom, on to glory
Go, where brave men _do_ or _die_,
Let your names in future story
Gladden every patriot's eye;
'Tis your country calls you, hasten!
Backward hurl the invading foe;
Freemen never think of danger,--
To the glorious battle go!
Oh! remember gallant Jackson,
_Single-handed_ in the fight,
Death-blows dealt the fierce marauder,
For his liberty and right;
Tho' he fell beneath their _thousands_,
Who that covets not his fame?
Grand and glorious, brave and noble,
Henceforth shall be Jackson's name.
Sons of freedom, can you linger
When you hear the battle's roar,
Fondly dallying with your pleasures
When the foe is at your door?
Never! no! we fear no idlers,
"Death or freedom"'s now the cry,
'Till the _stars_ and _bars_, triumphant,
Spread their folds to every eye.
_Richmond Whig._
"CALL ALL! CALL ALL!"