1-There are many brave men in the
Southern land who have hurried away to the field,
Who have sworn to defend us or die in the
Cause 'ere our independence they'll yield.
I hear their war cry sounding, sounding deep over mountain and glen,
Their light springing footsteps are trampling
The hill, 'tis the march of the Southern men,
'Tis the march, 'tis the march, 'tis the march of the Southern men.
2-How bravely they move under fire 'tho
They know their kindred they n'er may see more,
And cheerfully follow their Chief to the
Field where they've gathered their laurels before.
I hear their war cry sounding, sounding deep over mountain and glen,
Behold their battalions are charging
Again, 'tis the march of the Southern men,
'Tis the march, 'tis the march, 'tis the march of the Southern men.
3-God's blessing be with them will
Still be the cry of every Patriot heart,
And to them a victory always be
Given and n'er from their banners depart.
I hear their war cries sounding, sounding deep over mountain and glen,
Their bright gleaming bayonets have carried
The hill, 'tis the march of the Southern men,
'Tis the march, 'tis the march, 'tis the march of the Southern men.