Ye Cavaliers of Dixie!
Who guard the Southern shores,
Whose standards brave the battle storm
Which o'er our border roars
Your glorious sabers draw once more,
And charge the Northern foe;
And reap their columns deep,
And reap their columns deep,
And reap their columns deep,
Chorus:
Where the raging tempests blow,
Where the raging tempests blow,
And the iron hail in floods descends,
And the bloody torrents flow.
Ye Cavaliers of Dixie!
Though dark the tempest lower,
What arms will wear the tyrant's chains
What dastard heart will cower?
Bright o'er the night a sign shall rise
To lead to victory!
And your swords reap their hordes,
Where the battle tempests blow;
Where the iron hail in floods descends,
And the bloody torrents flow.
The South! she needs no ramparts,
No lofty towers to shield;
Your bosoms are her bulwarks strong,
Breastworks that never yield!
The thunders of your battle blades
Shall sweep the servile foe;
While their gore stains the shore,
Where the battle tempests blow;
Where the iron hail in floods descends,
And the bloody torrents flow.
The battle-flag of Dixie
With crimson field shall flame;
Her azure cross and silver stars
Shall light her sons to flame!
When peace with olive-branch returns,
That flag's white folds shall glow
Still bright on every height,
When strom has ceased to blow,
And the battle tempests roar no more;
Nor the bloody torrents flow.
O, battle-flag of Dixie!
Long, long, triumphant wave!
Where'er the storms of battle roar,
Or victory crowns the brave!
The Cavaliers of Dixie!
In woman's song shall glow
The flame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow,
When the battle tempests rage no more
Nor the bloody torrents flow.
