Hillsborough (NC) Recorder
July 10, 1861
From the Richmond Dispatch
By G. H. M., Washington Artillery
ye braves of Southern birth—
Uplift your flag on high,
And bear it through the battle’s
To conquer or to die.
Let every scabbard be forsworn
And every sword flash out,
Till every foot of southern soil
Resounds to freedom’s shout.
The spirits of that sainted band
Whose bones are not yet dust,
Call to ye, from the better land,
To vindicate their trust—
The proud domain of their bequest
To border with your steel,
And drive the dastard bigots back
That scorned your peace appeal.
The noble dames that gave you birth,
Gave you the blood of braves;
Dishonored shame would brand their
Bore ye the yoke of slaves.
Uprise ye, then, in freedom’s might,
Resistless as the waves,
Vanquish the foes of Southern
Or sleep in Southern graves.
[Transcibed by Sharon Strout]