Or fitter to aid in the plan,

To put Columbia's foes to fight

Or die in the cause of the Right?

Hurrah for Eggharbor's brave race,

Who boldly resolved to face

Jefferson Davis's traitor crew,

And fight for the Red, White and Blue.

We will pray for you while you're gone,

And honor you when you return,

Clothed with the battle field's renown,

Bright jewels for Eggharbor's crown;

Hurrah for the Volunteers, who

Are to the old Union true,

And proudly may New Jersey boast,

Of her soldiers of the sea coast.

If you fall on the battle field,

Loud will our wails of woe be pealed,

When we hear of our soldiers who died,

In defense of Columbias pride,

We'll cry peace to the brave who rest,

With the war-field's sod for a crest,

And never forget the sad day,

When our soldier's marched to the fray.

Soldiers we think that you feel proud,

That you are likely to win the shroud,

And sleep in a warrior's grave,

O'er which the Stars and Stripes may

wave.

Sweet sleep to the valiant, whose souls

Are inscribed on Heaven's muster rolls,

And oft in mem'ry we will come.

To weep o'er each Volunteer's tomb.

Brave Volunteers, any would you sleep,

In graves where seccession flags sweep?

No, ladies, our ghosts would arise,

And come where the Stars and Stripes shall wave,

While women are out of hte grave.

Soldiers who survive the war's roar,

With yoru flag seek Eggharbor's shore,

That we may know that our brave men,

Do not dwell in a traitor's den;

Then we'll cheer the valiant boys,

Who helped to establish the laws,

And place the Union on the rock,

That Seccessionists cannot shock.

Farewell, noble soldiers, farewell,

And long may historians tell,

Of the acts of Eggharbormen who

Fought under the Red, White and Blue

Hurrah, for our brave Volunteerss,

Who are acquainted with fears,

Hurrah for each may win a name,

To live in the annals of fame.