Union Soldiers

I remember the first day well fell in for drill
We were green as a new dollar bill
I remember your mamma just cried through the night
When her Charlie-boy left for the fight
Now the battle is near
And the moment is here
It's the Union forever
When the Blue meets the Gray
Every rebel will pay
By the sword...
By the sword...
By the sword...
By the vow we have taken
Now we awaken
Our flag flying high
We will live or we'll die 
By the sword

Confederate Soldiers

I can shoot a mounted horseman
From a half a mile away
I can take a hill and hold it till
We meet on judgement day
I will cut a dashing figure
I will make the ladies swoon
I'll be back by fall to kiss 'em all
If the war don't end too soon
We'll make 'em all skedaddle
Long before the cotton's high
We can whoop 'em in a battle
Sure 'nough whoop 'em do or die
When the Sons of Dixie take to the field
Then the battle is won
For we never will yield
When the Sons of Dixie fire their guns
Then we'll all see how fast
That a scared [bad word] 
Union Soldiers

When we lick 'em...
We'll get home before the first snow
With a chest full of medals to show
When we lick 'em...
They'll be one hellatious parade
Yeah, and maybe by then we'll get paid!
All for one, one for all
So let's open the ball
It's the union forever
By the angels above
By all that we love...
By the sword...
By the sword...
By the sword...
We will march through the fire
We'll climb ever higher
By the dawn's early light
We will stand up and fight
By the sword

Confederate Soldiers

I won't let no [bad word] Yankee
Tell me how I'm gonna live
I will not forget and you can bet
I ain't tendin' to forgive
So let's polish up our muskets
And give the rebel yell
We'll chase 'em back to Washington
Or send 'em all to [bad word] We'll send 'em all [bad word] 
From the warm Virginia sun
So let [bad word] a' gunnin'
And we'll show 'em how it's done
When the sons of Dixie
Take to the field
Then the battle is won
For we never will yield
When the Sons of Dixie
Fire their guns
Then we'll all see how fast
That a scared [bad word] 
All Soldiers

Now the battle is near
And the moment is here
It's (the Union/Old Dixie) forever
When the Blue meets the Gray
Every (Rebel/Yankee) will pay
When the Sons of Dixie
Take to the field 
(By the sword...)
Then the battle is won
(By the sword...)
For we never will yield
When the Sons of Dixie
Fire their guns
(By the sword...)
Then we'll all see how fast
(By the sword...)
That a scared [bad word] With our flag flying high
We will live or we'll die
By the sword