Huzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry,
And whip the Yankees from our land,
Or with them fall and die.
Rush on our Southron columns,
And make the brigands feel
That all the booty they will get,
Will be our Southron steel.
Huzza! huzza! let's raise (the) our banner high,
And nobly drive the Yankees out,
Or with them fall and die.
Rush on the columns--let every Southron brave
Nobly charge the accursed foe,
Or find a soldier's grave.
With bowie and with pike,
We'll rally to the field,
And bravely to the last we'll strike,
Resolved we'll never yield.
Huzza! huzza! etc.
We are fighting for our mothers, our sisters, and our wives;
For these, and our country's rights,
We'll sacrifice our lives.
Then, trusting still to Heaven,
We'll charge the invading host,
Till liberty and independence
Shall be the nation's boast.
Huzza! huzza! etc.
Then on with our columns--slay the vandal foe--
Beat them from our sunny soil,
And lay their colors low.
To the great God of nations
Our sacred cause confide,
For we are fighting for our liberty,
And He is on our side.
Huzza! huzza! etc.