A band of Freemen we go forth,
To battle with the foe;
From East to West, from South to North,
We'll lay the monster low;
We'll lay the monster low, my boys,
We'll lay the monster low;
From East to West, from South to North,
We'll lay the monster low.
 
To LEAD us in this noble strife,
We've chosen men whore true;
And we are pledged, come death or life,
To fight the battle through;
To fight the battle through, my boys,
To fight the battle through;
And we are pledged, come death or life,
To fight the battle through

 

If to the fray our FOES come forth,
Like Israel's foes of yore, —
We'll show them there is yet a " North, "
Which they must flee before;
Which they must flee before, my boys,
Which they must flee before;
We'll show them there is yet a " North, "
Which they must flee before.

 

No more shall " Tyrants " hold the rod
In terror o'er our head;
We'll sooner spill our hearts best blood,
Than they our soil shall tread;
Than they our soil shall tread, my boys,
Than they our soil shall tread;
We'll sooner spill our hearts best blood,
Than they our soil shall tread.

 

We'll "give them Jessie," till they cry:
" O quit! we yield! we yield! "
Then shout— Fremont and Victory!
We're masters of the field!
We're masters of the field, my boys,
We're masters of the field;
Then shout— Fremont and Victory!
We're masters of the field!