Down where the patriot army, Near Potomac's side, Guards the glorious cause of Freedom, Gallant Ellsworth died. Brave was the noble chieftain, At his country's call, Hastened to the field of battle, And was first to fall!
Chorus: Strike, Freemen, for the Union; Sheath your swords no more, While remains in arms a traitor, On Columbia's shore!
Entering the traitor city, With his soldiers true, Leading up the Zouave columns, Fixed became his view: See: that rebel flag is floating, O'er yon building tall, Spoke he, while his dark eyes glistened: Boys, that flag must fall!
Quickly from its proud position, That base flag was torn, Trampled 'neath the feet of Free[men,] Circling Ellsworth's form. See him bear it down the landin[g,] Past the Traitor's door: Hear him groan: Oh! God, [they've shot him,] Ellsworth is no more!
First to fall, thou youthful [martyr,] Hapless was thy fate! Hastened we, as thy aven[gers,] From thy native St[ate.] Speed we on, from to[wn to city,] Not for wealth or [fame,] But because we lo[ve the Union,] And our Ells[worth's name.]
[Traitor hands shall never sunder, That for which you died; Here the oath our lips now utter, Thou, our nation's pride. By our hopes of you bright heaven, By the land we love, By the God who reigns above us, We'll avenge thy blood.]
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