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 her proud old mothers
will welcome one and all
For "United we must stand,
but divided we must fall".
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