Sing praises to the God of Hosts! Our Cause is waxing strong.
Kentucky and Missouri now have joined the sister throng.
Our flashing steel shall pay the price of ransom for the brave.
So plant, my boys, the Bonnie Blue Flag on Zollicoffer's grave.
We cast our eyes far northward, and lo! Missouri comes,
With roar of dread artillery and sound of martial drums.
Through fire and smoke with martyr tread she graves the god of war.
So hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag that bears a single star!
Then cheer, boys, cheer, for the "Dark and bloody ground"
Awaking from her lethargy has caught th' inspiring sound.
For noble old Kentucky shouts from her vales so green:
"Make room upon the Bonnie Blue Flag--Kentucky makes thirteen!"
Maryland looks southward with supplicating eye,
And listens with breathless haste to catch the battle cry.
When Beauregard shall tread her soil all panoplied in war,
She'll hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag that bears a single star.
Maryland, we'll think of thee. We'll heed thy suppliant's calls,
As mournfully they float from out McHenry's walls.
One corner shall be kept for thee through all the blaze of war,
Upon our noble Bonnie Blue flag that bears a single star.