OUR SOUTHERN FLAG.
Air. - "Nellie Grey!"
By a Baltimore Rebel.
There's a gallant banner floating o'er the home of liberty,
It was covered with glory at Bull Run,
Two crimson stripes were painted with the heart-blood of the free,
And eleven stars were lit by patriot fires.
Chorus. - Oh never may the morn
See that banner stained and torn,
By abolition with its evils sad and sore,
The stars would fade away,
And the stripes alone would stay,
And freedom would forsake us evermore.
Virginia, when nature embellished the tint
Of thy mountains and valleys so fair,
Did she ever intend that a northman should print
The footsteps of tyranny there.
Chorus. - Oh never may the morn, &c.
The South is our glory, by the South we will stand,
Carolina owns no recreant as her son;
From the mountains and the valleys come the purest of the land,
And the hearts of the many are as one.
Chorus. - Oh never may the morn, &c.
The noble southern chivalry, the stainless and high,
Are rising in the glory of their might,
As the war steed rushes onward, with the lightning in his eye,
And the trumpet blast is calling to the fight.
Chorus. - Oh never may the morn, &c.
No! freedom whose smile we shall never resign,
Go tell our invaders, the North,
That it's sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine,
Than to sleep for one moment oppressed.
Chorus - Oh never may the morn
See our banner stained and torn,
By abolition with its evils sad and sore,
For the stars shall never fade,
And the stripes shall know no shade,
And freedom shall be ours evermore.
