To horse! to horse! our standard flies, The bugles sound the call; An alien navy stems our seas-- The voice of battle's on the breeze, Arouse ye, one and all!

From beauteous Southern homes we come, A band of brothers true-- Resolved to fight for liberty, And live or perish with our flag-- The n.o.ble Red and Blue.

Though tamely crouch to Northern frown Kentucky's tardy train; Though invaded soil Maryland mourns, Though brave Missouri vainly spurns, And foaming gnaws the chain;

Oh! had they marked the avenging call Their brethren's insults gave, Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, Nor patriot valor, desperate grown, Sought freedom in the grave;

Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born-- Dress our pale cheek in timid smiles, To hail a master in our house, Or brook a victor's scorn?

No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood, The sun that sees our falling day, Shall mark our saber's deadly sway, And set that night in blood!

For gold let Northern legions fight, Or plunder's b.l.o.o.d.y gain; Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw, To guard our homes, to fence our law, Nor shall their edge be vain.

And now that breath of Northern gale Has fanned the Stars and Bars, And footstep of invader rude, With rapine foul, and red with blood, Us rights and liberty debars.

Then farewell home, and farewell friends, Adieu each tender tie, Resolved we mingle in the tide, Where charging squadrons furious ride, To conquer or to die.

To horse, to horse! the sabers gleam, High sounds our bugle-call, Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our word is, Rights and Liberty!

March forward, one and all!

_Louisville Courier._

WE'LL BE FREE IN MARYLAND.

BY ROBERT E. HOLTZ.

AIR--"_Gideon's Band_."

The boys down South in Dixie's land, The boys down South in Dixie's land, The boys down South in Dixie's land, Will come and rescue Maryland.

_Chorus_--If you will join the Dixie band, Here's my heart and here's my hand, If you will join the Dixie band; We're fighting for a home.

The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, But we will rise with true renown.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, Then we'll be free in Baltimore.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

These hirelings they'll never stand, These hirelings they'll never stand, These hirelings they'll never stand, Whenever they see the Southern band.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

Old Abe has got into a trap, Old Abe has got into a trap, Old Abe has got into a trap, And he can't get out with his Scotch cap.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

n.o.body's hurt is easy spun, n.o.body's hurt is easy spun, n.o.body's hurt is easy spun, But the Yankees caught it at Bull Run.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

We rally to Jeff. Davis true, Beauregard and Johnston, too, Magruder, Price, and General Bragg, And give three cheers for the Southern flag.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

We'll drink this toast to one and all, Keep c.o.c.ked and primed for the Southern call; The day will come, we'll make the stand, Then we'll be free in Maryland.

If you will join the Dixie band, etc.

_January 30, 1862._

WAR SONG.

BY J. H. WOODc.o.c.k.

TUNE--"_Bonnie Blue Flag_."

Huzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry, And whip the Yankees from our land, Or with them fall and die.

Rush on our Southron columns, And make the brigands feel That all the booty they will get, Will be our Southron steel.

Huzza! huzza! let's raise (the) our banner high, And n.o.bly drive the Yankees out, Or with them fall and die.

Rush on the columns--let every Southron brave n.o.bly charge the accursed foe, Or find a soldier's grave.

With bowie and with pike, We'll rally to the field, And bravely to the last we'll strike, Resolved we'll never yield.

Huzza! huzza! etc.

We are fighting for our mothers, our sisters, and our wives; For these, and our country's rights, We'll sacrifice our lives.

Then, trusting still to Heaven, We'll charge the invading host, Till liberty and independence Shall be the nation's boast.

Huzza! huzza! etc.

Then on with our columns--slay the vandal foe-- Beat them from our sunny soil, And lay their colors low.

To the great G.o.d of nations Our sacred cause confide, For we are fighting for our liberty, And He is on our side.

Huzza! huzza! etc.

A NEW RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.

WRITTEN FOR A LADY, BY JEFF. THOMPSON.

Missouri is the pride of the nation, The hope of the brave and the free; The Confederacy will furnish the rations, But the fighting is trusted to thee; For, brave boys, your soil has been noted, And your flag has been trusted to you; For freedom you have not yet voted, But you fight for the Red, White, and Blue.

_Chorus_--Three cheers, etc.

The Stars shall shine bright in the heaven, But the Stripes should be trailed in the dust, For they are no longer the sign of the haven Of the brave, of the free, or the just; The Bars now in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the faithful and true; O'er the home of the Southern brave Shall float the new Red, White, and Blue.

_Chorus_--Three cheers, etc.