The Kentucky Battle Song

The Kentucky Battle Song In the year of sixty one we left our native land for we could not bend our spirits to a tyrants stern command And we rallied to our Buckner while our hearts were sad and sore To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers did before And we'll march, march, march to the music of the drum we were driven forth in exile from our old Kentucky home. When first the Southern flag unfurled its folds upon the air, Its stars had hardly gathered till Kentucky's sons were there, And they swore a solemn oath as they sternly gathered round They would only live as freeman in the dark and bloody ground. With Buckner as our leader and Morgan in the band, We will plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land We will drive the tyrants minions to the Ohio's rolling flood, And will dye her waves in crimson with coward Yankee blood. Then cheer ye Southern braves, ye soon shall see the day, When Kentucky's fairest daughters will cheer you on your way, And then ...