Onward Men! Across the field,
To our fate, yet we shall not yield,
To the fiery furyof Hell's hot wrath,
Cannon fire! Bullets! The sound of those,
No stopping yet, my fellow Rebs,
It's freedom we want, the right to keep
Our History! The Southern Pride
This is the reason why we ride.
Onto your great and gallant deaths!
You're protecting your homes, your land, your cause.
So fight my fellows, that we might win