Loud roared Disunion’s thunder,
And Treason’s fires burned red;
Our nation, rent asunder,
Beheld the tempest dread;
From Sumter’s blazing spars,
Our glorious flag of stars,
Torn away,
Prostrate lay,
Under sway of Rebels, O!
But upward rose our Nation,
Aroused by war’s alarms;
With one loud declaration
The people sprung to arms--
“Our Flag,” they cried, “shall wave!
Our Union we will save!
Clear the way,
For the fray!
We’ll repay these Rebels, O!”
“Our course by heaven is guided--
Its goal yet shines afar--
Our Union undivided--
Our flag with every star!
From Rio Grande’s shore,
To ice-bound Labrador,
Land and sea
Shall be free
From the sway of Rebels, O!”
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Draw the Sword, Northland.