Come out young man

To meet your muster

A new age has begun

Our southern kin

Have marched at arms

To sever our old union

The die has been cast

Against our mother soil

The cannons at Sumter

Thunderin' for a toil

So drop your plows

You're soldiers now

You're soldiers now

In the Army of the Free

Come out young man

To meet your muster

A new age has begun

Our southern kin

Have marched at arms

To sever our old union

Make haste young man

To your chosen lines

Ole Abe has need for you

To march to southern pines

To drill into the heart

Of wayward countrymen

To the hearth of Dixie

To reclaim defiant kin

Come out young man

To meet your muster

A new age has begun

Our southern kin

Have marched at arms

To sever our old union

From New York State

And 'cross the great Ohio

Old Glory is a callin'

To the colors we must go

A dire fate

Threatens the republic

We hope it will be bloodless

But the good lord only knows

Come out young man

To meet your muster

A new age has begun

Our southern kin

Have marched at arms

To sever our old union

Bid farewell

To your old homes

They'll be waiting

While you're gone

Say goodbye

To your dear we mothers

For soon you'll

Join the throngs