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FIRST in the fight, and first in the arms
Of the white-winged angels of glory,
With the heart of the South at the feet of God, And his wounds to tell the story;
For the blood that flowed from his hero heart,
In Heaven a home with the brave and blessed, And for his soul's sustaining
The apocalyptic eyes of Christ
And nothing on earth remaining,
But a handful of dust in the land of his choice,
And fame to shout with immortal voice:
I Word with the West. (vii)
ONCE more to the breach for the Land of the West!
For his courage is keen and his honor is bright
He leaves the loved soil of Virginia behind,
Seem ever to whisper his name.
The Johnstons have always borne wings on their spurs, And their motto a noble distinction confers,
"Ever Ready"-for friend or for foe
With a patriot's fervor the sentiment stirs
We recall that a former bold chief of the clan
And with reason we reckon our Johnston the man
There is much to be done: if not glory to seek, There's a just and a terrible vengeance to wreak For crimes of a terrible dye,
While the plaint of the helpless, the wail of the weak In a chorus rise up to the sky.
For the Wolf of the North, we once drove to his den,
That quailed in affright 'neath the stern glance of
With his pack has returned to the spoil; Then come from the hamlet, the mountain, the glen, And drive him again from the soil!
Brave-born TENNESSEANS, So loyal, so true,
You will troop by the thousand the chase to renew The day when his bugles ring out.
"HUNTERS" so famed "OF KENTUCKY" of yore,
Where, where are the rifles that kept from your door The wolf and the robber as well?
Of a truth, you have never been laggard before
Has the love you once bore to your country grown cold?
Has the fire on the altar died out? Do you hold Your lives than your freedom more dear? Can you shamefully barter your birthright for gold, Or basely take counsel of fear?
We will not believe it-KENTUCKY, the land
Mighty men of MISSOURI, come forth to the call, With the rush of your rivers when tempests appall, And the torrents their sources unseal;
And this be the watchword of one and of all— "Remember the butcher, McNIEL!"
Then once more to the breach for the land of the West!
Strike home for your hearts-for the lips you love best
Follow on where your Leader you see! One flash of his sword when the foe is hard pressed, And the Land of the West shall be free!