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,

Chanting our battle cry, Freedom or death!

Chanting our battle cry, Freedom or death.



God be our shield,

At home or afield,

Stretch thine arm over us,

Strengthen and save.

What tho' they're three to one,

Forward each sire and son,

Strike till the war is won,

Strike to the grave!



God made the right,

Stronger 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.



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!



Rebels before:

Our fathers of yore,

Rebel's the righteous name

Washington bore.

Why, then, be ours the same.

The name that he snatch'd from shame.

Making it first in fame,

Foremost in war.



War to the hilt,

Theirs be the guilt,

Who fetter the free man

To ransom the slave.

Up then, and undismay'd,

Sheathe not the battle blade

Till the last foe is laid

Low in the grave!



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.



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!