"God Save the South!" [1863] Pro Aris et Focis NATIONAL HYMN Respectfully dedicated to Mrs. W[illia]m. Read. Wiords by Earnest Halphin. Music by Cha[rle]s. W. A. Ellerbrock. Boston, MA: Charles W. A. Ellerbrock [Source: civilwardigital.com] 1. God save the South, God save the South, Her altars and firesides God save the South! Now that the war is nigh, Now that we arm to die, Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or Death! Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or Death! CHORUS 1-8. Now that the war is nigh, Now that we arm to die, Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or Death! Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or Death! 2. God be our shield, At home or afield, Stretch thine arm over us, Stenghen and save. What tho’ they’re three to one, Forward each sire and son, Strike till the war is won, Strike to the grave! Strike till the war is won, Strike to the grave! 3. God made the right, Stroner than might, Millions would trample us Down in their pride. Lay Thou their legions low, Roll back the ruthless foe, Let the proud spoiler know God’s on our side. Let the proud spoiler know God’s on our side. 4. Hark honor’s call, Summoning all, Summoning all of us Unto the strife. Sons of the south awake! Strike till the brand shall break, Strike for dear Honor’s sake, Freedom and Life! Strike for dear Honor’s sake, Freedom and Life! 5. Rebels before Our father’s of yore, Rebel’s the righteous name Washington bore. Why, then, be our’s the same, The name that he snatch’d from shame. Making it first in fame, Foremost in war. Making it first in fame, Foremost in war. 6. War to the hilt, Their’s be the guilt, Who fetter the free man To ransom the slave. Up then, and undismay’d, Sheath not the battle blade Till the last foe is laid Low in the grave! Till the last foe is laid Low in the grave! 7. God save the South, God save the South, Dry the dim eyes that now Follow our path. Still let the light feet rove Safe through the orange grove; Still keep the land we love Safe from Thy wrath. Still keep the land we love Safe from Thy wrath. 8. God save the South, God save the South, Her altars and firesides, God save the South! For the great war is nigh, And we will win or die, Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or death! Chaunting our battle cry, Freedom or death!