The Southern Marsellaise

As sung by Miss Sallie Holman at the rati ficalion 'Meeting at Odd Fellows' Huil New Orlenns, on Monday opening, Dec 24. 1860. Sons cf the South, vwalre to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise, Your children, wives and grandaires hoa ry Pe'.iold tht-ir tearsand licar ilieir cries Shall reakle! fanatics.uew tnischiif brceding Wiih inongrol hosU, tt tliicving baud. Affrighl aud desolate the land, While joacc- equalit.y- lie bleeding? To arms! to arma! ye brave! Tb' kveOging sword unsheath! Marchonlinarch onl all hearts resolved, ïo vietory or death, Now, now the Abolition storm is rolling, Which treaoherou States fanatic raiíe; Their doga of war let loose are howlmg. And Texan cities burn and blaze. An . símil we bttéelj view the ruin, Whlle prowliiig thieves, with guilty stride, Spread desolation far and wide, Wilh our best bloodthe-ir hands imbruing! To arms! ito. Equalitjl can man reaign thee, Freemen! who've feit tliy generous llame? Can Abolition hordes confine thee, Or wrongs the Soiuhern spirit tarae? For loud the South has wept, bewailing That fnlsehood's dagger brothers wield, But Independence is our shield; Stars of the South! we now are hailingl To arms! fcc.