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Lucius R. Paige, History of Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1630-1877, with a genealogical register 74 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 40 0 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 30 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 26 0 Browse Search
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 20. 16 0 Browse Search
Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States. 14 0 Browse Search
Brigadier-General Ellison Capers, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 5, South Carolina (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 14 0 Browse Search
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Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 10 0 Browse Search
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17. to the British rifle company. by George W. Morgan. Air, Yankee Doodle. Old England sends a Rifle Corps To dear New England greeting; And will, if wanted, send still more, At every future meeting; For, though this ain't our native land, It still is very handy, As riflemen, to lend a hand, To Yankee Doodle Dandy. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, Keep the ball in motion, And show this love of liberty Is a British--Yankee notion. “Down South” they seem to think we are Divided in opinion, And that they'll have an easy task To conquer a dominion. They'll find out, though, p'raps to their cost, In forming such conclusions, They've reckoned there without their host,-- Their facts were but delusions. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, &c. They say there's black sheep in our fold, And traitors in the city; We don't believe it, though we're told;-- If 'tis so, more's the pity. We'll hold ourselves in readiness To paint their black skins white, sirs, Or else make good large
New York, April 27.--They get some very curious telegraphic despatches down South nowadays. For instance, The Mobile Tribune publishes, with a great flourish of sensation headings, the following: New Orleans, April 20.--The details from Baltimore say the citizens have no arms except those seized from the Federal troops. They are fighting like heroes, with paving-stones. New Orleans, April 20.--The Baltimoreans captured the Seventh Pennsylvania Regiment, taking eight hundred stand of arms. It is reported that one hundred lives were lost. Maryland has raised her State flag. Rumors of fighting in St. Louis. Louisville, April 20.--Kentucky has declared, through her Legislature, that she will secede. Lincoln will instantly, resign in obedience to Gen. Scott's example. --The news that Kentucky has seceded and that Mr. Lincoln is about to follow Gen. Scott's example and resign, The Mobile Tribune declares to be specially worthy of confidence.-
rish regular.--The following dialogue really took place between Lieutenant A. C. C----d, late of the United States Texan army, and Pat Fletcher, one of the privates of the Second Cavalry, now at Car. lisle, then near Fort Bliss:-- Officer — Well, Pat, ain't you going to follow the General (Twiggs)? Pat--If Gineral Scott ordhers us to folly him, sir, begor Toby (Pat's horse) can gallop as well as the best of 'em. Officer — I mean, won't you leave the abolition army, and join the free South? Pat--Begor I never enlisted in th' abolition army, and never will. I agreed to sarve Uncle Sam for five year, and, the divil a pin mark was made in the contract, with my consint, ever since. When my time is up, if. the army isn't the same as it is now, I won't join it agin. Officer — Pat, the Second (Cavalry) was eighteen months old when you and I joined. The man who raised our gallant regiment is now the Southern President; the man who so lately commanded it, is now a Southern Gen<
may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. Away down South, where grows the cotton, ‘Seventy-six seems quite forgotten; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er snd. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! nd. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in D
123. ode to the North and South. O Jonathan and Jefferson, Come, listen to my song; I can't decide, my word upon, Which of you is most wrong. I do declare I am afraid To say which worse behaves, The North, imposing bonds on Trade, Or South, that Man enslaves. And here you are about to fight, And wage intestine war, Not either of you in the right; What simpletons you are! Too late your madness you will see, And when your passion cools, “Snakes!” you will bellow; “how could we Have been such ‘tarnal fools!” One thing is certain; that if you Blow out each other's brains, 'Twill be apparent what a few Each blockhead's skull contains. You'll have just nothing for your cost, To show, when alt is done. Greatness and glory you'll have lost, And not a dollar won. Oh, joined to us by blood, and by The bond of kindred speech, And further, by the special tie Of slang, bound each to each, All-fired gonies, soft-horn'd pair, Each other will you lick? You everlastina dolts, forbear! Throw do
Albert Pike. Southrons, hear your country call you! Up, lest worse than death befall you! To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie! Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,-- Let all hearts be now united! To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie I Advance the flag of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! For Dixie's land we take our stand, And live or die for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! Hear the Northern thunders mutter! Northern flags in South wind flutter; To arms! &c. Advance the flag of Dixie! &c. Fear no danger! Shun no labor! Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre! To arms! &c. Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, Let the odds make each heart bolder! To arms! &c. Advance the flag of Dixie! &c. How the South's great heart rejoices, At your cannons' ringing voices! To arms! &c. For faith betrayed, and pledges broken. Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken, To arms! &c. Advance the flag of Dixie! &c. Strong as lions, swift as eagles, Back to
y the Secessionists, instead of the Star-spangled Banner, as their National song. The Huntsville (Ala.) Examiner gives the version sung in that State:-- Away down South, in the Carolina, They have guns and the ready rhino; Look away! look away I look away I Dixie Land! They've the men to do the fighting-- There's no use in scratc! hooray! hooray! Dixie Land! chorus. Oh, I'm glad I am in Dixie! Hooray! hooray! In Dixie Land I take my stand, To live and die in Dixie! Away! away! away down South in Dixie! Away! away! away down South in Dixie! The sovereign State of Alabama Will try her hand before they lam her; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie LaSouth in Dixie! The sovereign State of Alabama Will try her hand before they lam her; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! So will our Mississippi brother, And Georgia, too, our mortal mother; Hooray! hooray! hooray! Dixie land! And Louisiana then will come, And Texas, too, will help us some; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! And Arkansaw, with her tooth-picker, Will help us out a little quicker; Get away I get away! get away! Dixi