Deu|In the year of '61, we left our native land
Cause we could not bend our spirits to
The tyrant's stern command
So we rallied 'round our Buckner
While our hearts were sad and sore
To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers
Did before....
CHORUS
And we'll march! march! march!
To the music of the drum
We were driven forth in exile
From our old Kentucky home....
When at first the southern flag unfurled
Its' folds upon the air
Its' stars had hardly gathered 'til
Kentucky's sons were there
And we swore a solemn oath and sternly
Gathered round
We would only live as freemen in the
Dark and bloody ground
With Buckner as our leader
And Morgan in the van
We'll plant the flag of freedom
In our fair and happy land
We'll drive the tyrant's minions
To the Ohio's rolling flood
And dye her waves with crimson
With the coward yankee blood..
So cheer ye southern braves
You will soon see the day
When Kentucky's fairest daughters
Will cheer you on your way
Then their proud old mothers
Will welcome one and all
For united we stand
But divided we fall!