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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff. (search)
the south side; but yet the bridge not destroyed, nor the heights beyond surrendered. Stonewall Jackson's way. A song by Dr. John Williamson Palmer. [This famous camp song was originally published from what purported to be a Ms. found on the person of a dead Confederate soldier, and its authorship has never, so far as we know, been claimed by any one until recently Dr. John Williamson Palmer, in a letter to the New York World avows the authorship and claims that he made this song at Oakland, Alleghany Co. Md., to the tune of the guns of Antietam, which he could hear as he wrote. Dr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, and a writer of no mean repute, and his letter seems to settle the authorship. He gives the following as the original and correct version of the song.] Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails; Stir up the camp fire bright! No growling if the canteen fails; We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong- To swell
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Stonewall Jackson's way. (search)
Stonewall Jackson's way. A song by Dr. John Williamson Palmer. [This famous camp song was originally published from what purported to be a Ms. found on the person of a dead Confederate soldier, and its authorship has never, so far as we know, been claimed by any one until recently Dr. John Williamson Palmer, in a letter to the New York World avows the authorship and claims that he made this song at Oakland, Alleghany Co. Md., to the tune of the guns of Antietam, which he could hear as he wrote. Dr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, and a writer of no mean repute, and his letter seems to settle the authorship. He gives the following as the original and correct version of the song.] Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails; Stir up the camp fire bright! No growling if the canteen fails; We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong- To swell the brigade's rousing song Of Stonewall Jackson's way. We see him now; that queer slouc