F         C7       F   Dm           Bb       Gm   C7 F
  Virginia hears the dreadful summons, sounding hoarsley from afar
                        (Bb) C     Gm   (D7  Gm)     C7       F
  On her sons she calls and calmly bids them now prepare for war
                             C
  Bids them now prepare for war
  
                          7       F        7        Bb      G7           C
  With manly hearts and hands to aid her, she cares not how her foeman swarm
       Fm                       C    C7+        Fm                           C
  She bares her bosom to the storm, while she laughs, to scorn the pround invader
  
   7  F              C  (7)     F                  C
  To Arms! Brothers dear. Gird on, the trenchant brand
    (7)   F      C    F7   Bb   F B°   C   C9   F        C7      F
  Strike Home! Strike Home! No craven fear! For home and native land!
  
  
  Shall the sons of Old Virginia prove unworthy of their sires
  No! They'l show the haughty foeman, That in fight, she "never tires"
  With fav'ring heaven to befriend her To whome alone she bends the knee
  'Til ev'ry foot of soil is free she her sacred cause will ne'er surrender
  
  A ray of never dying glory, shall Virginia's brows o'erspread
  Men unborn shall tell the story, how their fathers fought and bled 
  While fairest hands their wounds were tending and brightest eyes the dead bewailed
  How not a noble bosom quailed, E'en to die, their native land defending
  
  
  [Entered according to Act of Congress in the Year 1863, by George Dunn in the clerk's office of the district court of the 
  
  confederate states of America, for the eastern district of virginia]