Once more to the combat with rekindled zeal,

Our flag to the breeze, and our hands to the steel!

We strike for the right, and we ask no delay,

We’re ready and eager to rush to the fray.

Our forests and lakes, from Wisconsin to Maine,

Send out their brave sons to the conflict again;

While mountain and prairie with camp-fires aglow,

Re-echo the war-cry and welcome the blow.

The trumpets are sounding, the battle’s begun,

There’s danger to face, and there’s work to be done:

The timid and sluggard may shrink from the fray,

The glory compensates our struggles to-day.

Already their peril is felt by our foes,

Already they falter and shrink from our blows

The shout of our comrades rings thrilling and clear:

The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.

A cheer for our leaders, the twin-hearted braves!

A cheer for the banner that over us waves!

With Lincoln and Hamlin we’ve nothing to fear:

The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.