Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.
From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming--
O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;
And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,
We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.
Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,
And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;
But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,
And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
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The Union Marseillaise.
AIR--_The Marseilles Hymn_.
Arise! Arise! ye sons, of patriot sires!
A Nation calls! and Heaven speed your way.
Now Freedom lights anew her waning fires,
And spreads her banner to the day,
And spreads her banner to the day.
While to His Throne our hearts are swelling,
Freedom, and Law, and Truth, and Right,
May God defend by his own might,
By his right arm the treason quelling
Ye loyal sons, and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.
With faith your all to Him confiding
Who crowned with victory our fathers’ hand,
With courage in his strength abiding,
Go forth in Freedom’s sacred band,
Go forth to save our native land.
Defend from faction’s wild commotion,
Our homes, our laws, our schools and spires,
The names and graves of patriot sires,
Till Freedom reigns to furthest ocean.
Ye loyal sons and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.
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The Alarum.