Rally, Boys, Rally!

Ready, boys, ready! the fight has begun—
     Its clangor resounds to our uttermost border;
Steady, boys, steady! together, as one,
     Fall into the ranks and march forward in order;
                         Be this our battle-cry,
                         “LINCOLN and LIBERTY.”
     Far let it sound over-hill top and valley;
                         Peal it out! peal it out!
                         Loud as a thunder-shout!
     God for the righteous cause! rally, boys, rally!

Sons of the fathers who sealed with their blood,
     For us and our children, of freedom the charter,
Stand for the cause as out Washington stood!
     And a curse on the wretch who his birthright would barter!
                         Be this our battle-cry,
                         “LINCOLN and LIBERTY.”
     Far let it sound over-hill top and valley;
                         Peal it out! peal it out!
                         Loud as a thunder-shout!
     God for the righteous cause! rally, boys, rally!

Pilgrims of Freedom, who seek in the West
     The guerdon the despots of Europe denied you,
Show yourselves worthy that priceless bequest,
     Free homes for the free, which our sires did provide you:
                         Join in our battle-cry,
                         “LINCOLN and LIBERTY.”
     Far let it sound over-hill top and valley;
                         Peal it out! peal it out!
                         Loud as a thunder-shout!
     God for the righteous cause! rally, boys, rally!

Ye who hate rapine, injustice, and wrong,
     Ye who believe that the right is eternal,
See how the hordes of Democracy throng
     To the standard of Slavedom, with purpose infernal!
                         Send forth your battle-cry,
                         “LINCOLN and LIBERTY.”
     Far let it sound over-hill top and valley;
                         Peal it out! peal it out!
                         Loud as a thunder-shout!
     God for the righteous cause! rally, boys, rally!

Fearing not, doubting not, come with the might
     Of the hands that are free and the hearts that are loyal;
Victory waits for the True and the Right,
     And her largess, to all who uphold them, is royal
                         Then be your battle-cry,
                         “LINCOLN and VICTORY.”
     Far let it sound over-hill top and valley;
                         Peal it out! peal it out!
                         Loud as a thunder-shout!
     God for the righteous cause! rally, boys, rally!