e springing to the call of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom;
And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.--CHORUS.

We will welcome to our ranks the loyal, true, and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom;
And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.--CHORUS.

So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.--CHORUS.

[Illustration: FIFTEENTH CORPS.]

BONNIE BLUE FLAG.

[Illustration: NINTH CORPS.]

We are a band of patriots,
Who each leave home and friend
Our noble Constitution
And banner to defend;
Our Capitol was threatened,
And the cry rose near and far
To protect our country's glorious flag
That glitters with many a star.

CHORUS.

Hurrah, hurrah, for the Union, boys, hurrah!
Hurrah for our forefathers' good old flag
That glitters with many a star.

Much patience and forbearance
The North has always shown
Toward her Southern brethren,
Who had each way their own;
But when we made our President
A man whom we desired
Their wrath was roused, they mounted guns,
And on Fort Sumter fired.--CHORUS.

They forced the war upon us,
For peaceful men are we;
They steal our money, seize our forts,
And then as cowards flee;
False to their vows and to the flag
That once protected them,
They sought the Union to dissolve,
Earth's noblest, brightest gem.--CHORUS.

We're in the right and will prevail,
The Stars and Stripes must fly,
The "bonnie blue flag" be hauled down,
And every traitor die;
Freedom and peace enjoyed by all
As ne'er was known before,
Our Spangled Banner wave on high,
With stars just thirty-four.--CHORUS.

[Illustration: BRIG. GEN. ISAAC F. QUINBY.]

AMERICA.

KEY OF F.

[Illustration: FIFTH CORPS.]

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble, free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal to