Brothers of free descent were we And native to the soil, Knit soul to soul in one great whole, Fruit of our Father's toil; But when that bond of love was rent, The cry rose near and far, "To arms! To Arms! Long Live the stripes! We know no 'single star'!"
Chorus Hurrah! hurrah! For the Union flag, hurrah! Hurrah for the Union flag that knows no "single star!"
So long as Southern arrogance forebore To touch that flag, Full many a taunt we meekly bore, And many an idle bragg, But went on Sumter's battlements The traitors did it mar, We flung abroad that Union flag, That ne'er shall lose a star!