Published in the Atlanta CONFEDERACY, author unknown.

REBELS

Rebels! tis a holy name!
The name our fathers bore
When battling in the cause of Right
Against a tyrant in his might
In the dark days of yore

Rebels! tis our family name!
Our father Washington
Was the arch Rebel in the fight
and gave the name to us a right
Of father unto son

Rebels! tis our given name
Our mother Liberty
Received the title with her fame
In days of grief, of fear, and shame
When at her breast we came

Rebels! tis our seal name
A baptism of blood!
The war-ay and the din of strife
The fearful contest, life for life
The mingled crimson flood

Rebels! tis a patriot's name
In struggles it was given
We bore it when tyrants raved
And through their curses 'twas engraved
On the dooms-day book of heavan

Rebels! tis our fighting name
For pease rules o'er the land
Until they speak of craven woe
Until our rights receive a blow
From foe's or brother's hand

Rebel's tis our dying name
For although life is dear
Yet freemen born, and freeman bred
We'd rather live as freemen dead
Than live in slavish fear

Then call us rebels if you will
We glory in the name
For bending under unjust laws
And swearing faith to an unjust cause,
We count a greater shame.