the brave zouave men

see who comes over the red blossomed heather
the brave banner's kissing the pure mountain air
heads erect, eyes front, stepping proudly together
sure freedom sits throned on each proud spirit there
down the hill twining, their blessed steel is shining
like rivers of beauty that flow from each glen
from mountains and valleys this liberty's rally
out and make way for the brave zouave men

our paryers and tears they have scoffed and derided
they've shut out god's sunlight from spirit and mind
the south was united and we were divided
we met and they scattered our ranks in the wind
but once more returning in our veins is burning
the fires that illuminated dark cranpton's glen
we raise the old cry anew slogan of bedeau
out and make way for the brave zouave men

we've men from new york, from old france and old ireland
the dixies come forth, we'll bring force against force
our pen is the sword and our voice is the enfield
cannon for cannon and horse against horse
we made the false rebels yield many a grey battlefield
god on our side we will triumph again
pay them back woe for woe give them back blow for blow
out and make way for the brave zouave men

side by side for the cause have the brave zouaves battled
the hills never echoed the tread of a slave
in many a field the leaden hail rattled
through the red gap of glory they marched to their faith
and those who inherit their name and their spirit
will march neath the banners of liberty then
all who love slavery law native or emmigrant
must out and make way for the brave zouave men