Virginia hears the dreadful summons
Sounding hoarsly from afar
On her sons she calls and calmly
Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
With manly hearts and hands to aid her
She cares not how her foemen swarm
She bares her bosom to the storm
While she laughs to scorn the proud invader
To arms! brothers dear!
Gird on the trenchaat brand!
Strike home! Strike home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!
Strike home! Strike Home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!
Shall the sons of old Viriginia
Prove unworthy of their sires?
No! They'll show the haughty foeman
That in fight, she never tires
With fav'ring Heaven to befriend her
To whom alone she bends the knee
'Till every foot of soil ist free
She her sacred cause will ne'er surrender
She her sacred cause will ne'er surrender
To arms! brothers dear!
Gird on the trenchaat brand!
Strike home! Strike home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!
Strike home! Strike Home!
No craven fear! For home and native land!