Patriotic Song.
Air—The Gathering of the Clans.
Rise, rise, mountain and valley men,
Bald sire and beardless son each come in order;
True loyal patriots, muster and rally, men;
Drive the invader clear over the border,
Down from the mountain steep, up from the valley deep,
Come from the city, the town and the village,
Let every loyal heart in the strife take a part,
Rescue our country from rapine and pillage.
Rise, rise, &c.
Men of the Valley, descendants of heroes,
Heroes whom Washington honored & trusted,
Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers,
Men who have never been daunted or worsted;
Long, like all true men, we cherished the Union,
Long did we strive for our country’s salvation;
Now when our very existence is threatened,
Rush to the rescue without hesitation.
Rise, rise, &c.
Say shall we suffer the ruthless invader
O’er our fair Valley to marshal his legions,
Loud calls Virginia, let every man aid her,
Aid her, and thus show his truth and allegiance.
Hark to the battle-cry, rush on to victory,
Banished for ever be party and faction,
Let every loyal man rush to be in the van,
Led by the dauntless, the conqueror Jackson.
Rise, rise, &c.
June 30th, 1862.
