II.


The _Good Old Cause!_ it is still the same
Though age upon age may roll;
'Tis the cause of _the right_ against _the wrong_,
Burning bright in each generous soul;
'Tis the cause of all who claim to live
As freemen on Freedom's sod;
Of the widow, who wails her husband and sons,
By Tyranny's heel down-trod.



III.


And whoever burns with a holy zeal,
To behold his country free,
And would sooner see her _baptized in blood_,
Than to bend the suppliant knee;
Must agree to follow her _White-Cross flag_,
Where the storms of battle roll,
_A soldier_--A SOLDIER!--with _arms in his hands_,
And the _love of the South in his soul!_



IV.