"The Call of Quantrill"
This song was reportably the favorite of Jesse James. 
1st Verse:
Up! comrades, up! The moon´s in the west, and the hounds of old Pennock will find out our nest. 
We must be gone ere the dawning of day; the Quantrill they seek shall be far, far away. 
Their toils after us shall ever be vain. Let them scout through the brush and scour the plain; 
We´ll pass through their midst in the dead of the night. We are lions in combat and eagles in flight.
Rouse, my brave boys, up, up and away; press hard on the foe ere the dawning of day; 
Look well to your steeds so gallant in chase. May they never give o´er till they win in the race.
When old Pennock is weary and the chase given o´er, we´ll pass through their midst and bathe in their gore. We´ll come as a thunderbolt comes from the cloud; we´ll smite the oppressor and humble the proud. Few shall escape us and few shall be spared, for keen is our saber, in vengeance ´tis bared; For none are so strong, so mighty in fight, as the the warrior who battles for our Southern right. 
Chorus:
Rouse, my brave boys, up, up and away; press hard on the foe ere the dawning of day; 
Look well to your steeds so gallant in chase. May they never give o´er till they win in the race. 
3rd Verse:
Though the bush is our home, the green sod our bed, our drink from the river, and roots for our bread, We pine not for more; we bow not the head, for freedom is ever within the green wood. 
Tyrants shan´t conquer and fetters shan´t bind, for true are our rifles; our steeds like the wind. 
We´ll sheathe not the sword; we´ll draw not the rein, till Pennock is banished from valley and plain.
Rouse, my brave boys, up, up and away; press hard on the foe ere the dawning of day; 
Look well to your steeds so gallant in chase. May they never give o´er till they win in the race.