Macon Intelligencer

THE SOLDIER'S SONG.
Tune—Auld Lang Syne.

We are marching on to Madawask,
To fight the trespassers;
We'll teach the British how to walk—
And come off conquerors.
We'll have our land right good and clear,
For all the English say;
They shall not cut another log,
Nor stay another day.
They need not think to have our land—
We Yankees can fight well:
We've whipped them twice most man-
fully,
As every child can tell.
And if the Tyrants say one word,
A third time we will show
How high the Yankee spirit runs,
And what our guns can do.
They better much all stay at home,
And mind their business there;
The way we treated them before,
Made all the Nations stare.
Come on, brave fellows, one and all!
The red-coats ne'er shall say,
We Yankees feared to meet them armed,
So gave our land away.
We'll feed them well with ball and shot—
We'll cut those red-coats down,
Before we yield to them an inch
Or tittle of our ground.
Ye Husbands, Fathers, Brothers, Sons,
From every quarter come!
March, to the bugle and the fife!
March to the beating drum!
Onward! my lads so brave and true,
Our Country's rights demands!