Cause we could not bend our spirits to the tyrrant'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-
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.
-Chorus-
We'll plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land,
We'll drive the tyrrant's minions to the Ohio's rolling flood,
and dye her waves with crimson with the coward yankee blood..
-Chorus-
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!
CHORUS
And we'll march! march! march!
to the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
from our old Kentucky home....
