BALTIMORE BOYS' OWN!
AIR - "Charley Cole."
Sons of the South, prepare, unite,
And for your native freedom fight;
And with your sword, maintain the right,
Against tyranny and coercion.
Chorus - While round and round, and round we go,
Round and round, and round we go,
While round and round, and round we go,
With three cheers for Dixie.
And whilst you scourge your Northern foes,
We'll sing the march, with deeds of those
Whose metal tried, soon lower'd the pride
Of Lincoln who who we all defied.
Chorus -
'Twas the nineteenth of April, half-past ten,
A train from the North just turned the bend;
The Yankee regiment hove in view,
All fired with resolution.
Chorus -
Its haughty Colonel bent his course,
Resolved through Pratt street his way to force,
And with his guns subdue the sons,
Of Maryland, who no danger shun.
Chorus -
The Yankees walked ten a-breast,
Nor did not stop to take a rest,
But shouldered arms, and with double quick
Would not have halted, but for Captain Brick.
Chorus -
'Twas then their bullets flew thick and hot
Around us, which we answered not,
But waited until within pistol shot,
Resolved on execution.
Chorus -
Our first attack soon sent them back,
And brought their column on our flank,
But quick as thought we on them pour'd,
And gave three cheers for Baltimore.
Chorus - While round and round, and round we go,
Down and down, and down they go,
While round and round, and round we go,
With three cheers for Dixie.
When Col. Jones received this blow,
Right to our Marshal he did go,
Who gallantly, and at the risk of life,
Got the Yankees out of the strife.
Chorus -
