Away! away! let cowards stay!
But honor impels the brave!
There’s naught but death in a craven’s years,
And there’s life in a hero’s grave.
When the cause we serve is a righteous cause,
And the flag we bear unstained,
And our patriot steel, for the common weal,
We lift, with hands unchained,
There is never a power can bar our path,
Nor force can bid us turn,
Till we clasp our brands, with a victor’s hands,
Or they lie on the funeral urn!
Away! away! etc.
56
The Union Gunning Match.