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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 13 (search)
uell, Not o'er brother faced to brother, urging steel, and shot and shell! But no more the choice is left us, for our friendly hand they spurn, We can only meet as foemen — sad, but resolute and stern. Father — dash aside the tear-drop, let thy proud boy go his way-- Mother — twine thine arms about him, and bless thy son this day-- Sister — weep, but yet look proudly, 'tis a time to do or die-- Maiden — clasp thy lover tenderly, as he whispers thee good-bye! Onward, onward to the battle! who can doubt which side shall win? Right and might both guide our squadrons, and the steadfast hearts within! Shall the men who never quailed before, now falter in the field; Or the men who fought at Bunker Hill be ever made to yield? Then bless our banner, God of hosts! watch o'er each starry fold; 'Tis Freedom's standard, tried and proved on many a field of old; And Thou, who long hast blessed us, now bless us yet again, And crown our cause with Victory, and keep our flag from stain!
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 52 (search)
n 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 apertures That will let in the light, sirs. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, &c. And if to Bunker Hill they come, To call their rolls of slaves, sirs, They'll make it their perpetual home In mighty pleasant graves, sirs. Old England and New England's sons Are bound as loving brothers; Both hearts and hands, their swords and guns, Alike are one another's. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, &c. Boston, April 24, 1861. --Boston Transcript
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 79 (search)
Jan. 27.--Mr. Winthrop, one of the Boston Union Committee, called on Senator Mason, and, referring to his former visit to Massachusetts, remarked in the blandest tones, I hope, Mr. Mason, we shall see you again at Bunker Hill. To which the Senator stiffly jerked out the response--Not unless I come as an ambassador, sir. --Times.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 240 (search)
his fact was remarkable, but not as much as another in the same connection. It appears from a Boston letter in the New York World, that that Regiment was all from Middlesex County, which embraces the battle-fields of Lexington, Concord, and Bunker Hill. One or two of the companies are entirely composed of the lineal descendants of the patriots who were in the Concord fight. The gallant Sixth was first sent forward because it first reported itself at Headquarters with fullest ranks. Col. J instead of twenty-four hours later, which was done. The Stoneham Company, Capt. Dike, which performed a conspicuous part in the affair at Baltimore, has a rather remarkable record for promptitude. The town is situated about midway between Bunker Hill and Lexington. The company belonged to the Seventh Regiment, which had not been ordered out. On Tuesday night it was determined at Headquarters to attach the Stoneham Company to the Sixth. Capt. Dike, who had no warning of this intention, rec
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 289 (search)
The man at Bunker Hill who belonged to no regiment, and no company, and was fighting on his own hook, is well remembered. Another man of the same stamp has been found in New Hampshire. The Littleton (N. H.) Journal says, that as soon as tidings of the threatened attack on Washington reached that town, Mr. Benjamin W. Kilburn took down his rifle and started for the nation's capital, to aid in its defence. He is said to be an excellent marksman, and anxious to cover a fighting Secessionist with the sight of his gun. He bears his own expenses in the service of his country. Such promptitude equals that of John Stark of Revolutionary memory.--New Haven Palladium, May 6.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 295 (search)
Away, away, away down 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 shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;-- Far away, &c. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah, Far away, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy;-- Far away, &c. Then sound the march! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean, Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Haman's elevation, Far away, &c. Yes, sound the march! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner glorious Waves o'er Dixie land victorious, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurr
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 323 (search)
m a bondage worse than death, an oppression more terrible than Siberian convict rule. As soon as these noble men shall dare to speak, your hands will be strengthened, and your hearts cheered. Go on, then, ye heralds of civilization, establishing in your march the church, the school-house, the Bible, and the Constitution, as the only sure foundations of human liberty. In your veins flow the blood which ensanguined the fields of Lexington and Concord, and rendered immortal the heights of Bunker Hill, and which has rebaptized the cause of human liberty in the streets of Baltimore. With you, we can safely trust this glorious flag, assured that it will be borne to higher places of honor, and will never cease its triumphant march until every secession symbol shall have been trampled in the dust, and every traitorous enemy shall have been hung in mid-heaven, or be forever exiled from a land which he has cursed. Bear this flag proudly in every battle-field for liberty, guard it well and
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 475 (search)
Bunker Hill day in Virginia.--Out a mile from the city of Alexandria, Va., on a beautiful plain, is the camp of the Massachusetts Fifth, in which are two companiand many other gentlemen; and then the boys all joined in singing an ode for Bunker Hill, written for the occasion by George H. Dow, Esq. :-- “for Bunker Hill.” aBunker Hill.” air--“America.” Though many miles away From home and friends, to-day, We're cheerful still; For, brothers side by side We stand, in manly pride, Beneath the shadow wide Of Bunker Hill. The memory of that spot, Ne'er by one man forgot, Protects us here! We feel an influence, lent From its proud Monument-- By Freedom's angel sent,ory we'll try, With hope and daring high; Our cheers shall rend the sky, For Bunker Hill! Oh, how grandly it sounded through the woods! The band took up the hardefeat nobly and fittingly celebrated in the Old Dominion by the ever-loyal sons whose home is beneath the shadow of Bunker Hill.--Carleton, in the Boston
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 529 (search)
171. patriotic song. tune--British Grenadiers. Up, up, ye gallant freemen! Hear, hear the traitors call: “We'll plant our flag at Washington, Float it o'er Faneuil Hall!” “never!” from out a million throat Leaps ready answer true; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue! The sun, in rising, touches The spire on Bunker Hill, And on the Heights of Dorchester At eve lies calm and still, And as of old, beneath their shades Beat loyal hearts and true; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue! Green lie the plains of Lexington, Watered with patriot gore; Sires of such sons as lately fell In traitorous Baltimore; And hearts like theirs by thousands come, And freedom's vow renew; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue! Our faith, and love, and patience, Have long been sorely tried; “Let us alone,” the haughty South With insolence have cried; And while they cry, the murderous shot O'er gallant Sumter flew; Huzza! hu