I remember the first day well fell in for drill We were green as a new dollar bill I remember your mamma just cried through the night When her Charlie-boy left for the fight Now the battle is near And the moment is here It's the Union forever When the Blue meets the Gray Every rebel will pay By the sword... By the sword... By the sword... By the vow we have taken Now we awaken Our flag flying high We will live or we'll die By the sword
I can shoot a mounted horseman From a half a mile away I can take a hill and hold it till We meet on judgement day I will cut a dashing figure I will make the ladies swoon I'll be back by fall to kiss 'em all If the war don't end too soon We'll make 'em all skedaddle Long before the cotton's high We can whoop 'em in a battle Sure 'nough whoop 'em do or die When the Sons of Dixie take to the field Then the battle is won For we never will yield When the Sons of Dixie fire their guns Then we'll all see how fast That a scared Yankee runs When we lick 'em...
We'll get home before the first snow With a chest full of medals to show When we lick 'em... They'll be one h***atious parade Yeah, and maybe by then we'll get paid! All for one, one for all So let's open the ball It's the union forever By the angels above By all that we love... By the sword... By the sword... By the sword... We will march through the fire We'll climb ever higher By the dawn's early light We will stand up and fight By the sword
I won't let no d*** Yankee Tell me how I'm gonna live I will not forget and you can bet I ain't tendin' to forgive So let's polish up our muskets And give the rebel yell We'll chase 'em back to Washington Or send 'em all to h*** We'll send 'em all a' runnin' From the warm Virginia sun So let 'em come a' gunnin' And we'll show 'em how it's done When the sons of Dixie Take to the field Then the battle is won For we never will yield When the Sons of Dixie Fire their guns Then we'll all see how fast That a scared Yankee runs
Now the battle is near And the moment is here It's (the Union/Old Dixie) forever When the Blue meets the Gray Every (Rebel/Yankee) will pay When the Sons of Dixie Take to the field (By the sword...) Then the battle is won (By the sword...) For we never will yield When the Sons of Dixie Fire their guns (By the sword...) Then we'll all see how fast (By the sword...) That a scared Yankee runs With our flag flying high We will live or we'll die By the sword