Then sound to the color! Blue Jackets, fall in!
There’s a march to be made, and a battle to win!
There are rebels and traitors to scour from the lea,
So make room for our banner--the Flag of the Free.
To the soft southern breezes our colors are spread,
By the bravest and noblest they’re followed and led,
And wherever they wave, in the battle’s red van,
They are symbols of justice and freedom for man.
Then sound to the color, etc.
Jeff. Davis may menace, and Beauregard rage,
And defyingly strut their brief hour on the stage;
But their empire is ruin--their triumph is shame,
And the wrath they provoke will consume them like flame.
Then sound to the color, etc.
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Song of the Zouaves.