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February (search for this): chapter 15
y slave, That lived for many a year; But now he's dead, and in his grave, No master does he fear. Chorus— The poor old slave has gone to rest, We know that he is free; Disturb him not but let him rest, Way down in Tennessee. When this cruel war is over With the quaint style of hair-dressing that ruled in 1864, in flowered skirt and ‘Garibaldi blouse,’ this beautiful woman, the wife of a Federal army officer, was photographed in front of the winter quarters of Captain John R. Coxe, in February, at the headquarters of the Army of the Potomac, Brandy Station. She was even then looking at her soldier husband, who sat near her in his ‘suit of blue,’ or perhaps thinking of the three years of terrific fighting that had passed. Shiloh, Chickamauga, Chattanooga, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg-all of these had been fought and the toll of the ‘cruel war’ was not yet complete. Negro spirituals Some of the negro chants or spirituals are particularly interesting
1860 AD (search for this): chapter 15
d, Here's my heart and here's my hand, If you will join the Dixie band; We're fighting for a home. We'll rally to Jeff Davis true, Beauregard and Johnston, too, Magruder, Price, and General Bragg, And give three cheers for the Southern flag. Sleeping for the flag Henry Clay Work Henry C. Work's songs shared popularity during the war with the melodies of Stephen foster. sleeping for the flag, Kingdom coming, brave boys are they, and marching through Georgia were sung to glory in the 1860's. When the boys come home in triumph, brother, With the laurels they shall gain; When we go to give them welcome, brother, We shall look for you in vain. We shall wait for your returning, brother, You were set forever free; For your comrades left you sleeping, brother, Underneath a Southern tree. Chorus- Sleeping to waken in this weary world no more; Sleeping for your true lov'd country, brother, Sleeping for the flag you bore. You who were the first on duty, brother, When ‘to arms’ your l
1861 AD (search for this): chapter 15
rallying song of the Confederacy. It was sung throughout the South as early as 1861 while the soldiers were hurried to Virginia. Sons of the South, awake to glory, Volunteer song Written for the Ladies' military Fair held at New Orleans, 1861. published in New Orleans Picayune, April 28th, 1861, and sung by the regimentsy. The Zouaves J. Howard Wainwright Published in New York evening post, 1861. the Zouaves was one of the many spirited songs sung in memory of Col. Ephrai green Mountain boys, members of the Sixth Vermont, stationed at Camp Griffin in 1861. the boy in the picture who stands so sturdily between the men has been enthusernina all day, When Jesus de Christ been born. Meet, O lord: Hilton head in 1861—the time and place of this negro song's creation This photograph appears hereeral Drayton, there has come to light a photograph of his home on Hilton Head in 1861. Through these gates, watched by loving eyes, he rode on the milk-white horse,
April 28th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 15
bears a single star! Chorus- Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, hurrah! Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star! As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, Like friends and like brothers we were kind, we were just; But now when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar, We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Volunteer song Written for the Ladies' military Fair held at New Orleans, 1861. published in New Orleans Picayune, April 28th, 1861, and sung by the regiments departing for Virginia. 1Go soldiers, arm you for the fight, God shield the cause of Justice, Right; May all return with victory crowned, May every heart with joy abound, May each deserve the laurel crown, Nor one to meet his lady's frown. 2Your cause is good, 'tis honor bright, 'Tis virtue, country, home and right; Then should you die for love of these, We'll waft your names upon the breeze: The waves will sing your lullaby, Your country mourn your lates
1862 AD (search for this): chapter 15
your arms aside, From the awful scenes of battle, brother, You were set forever free; When your comrades left you sleeping, brother, Underneath the Southern tree. We are coming, father Abraham James Sloan gibbons This song was written in 1862 just after Lincoln had issued his call for 300,000 volunteers to fill the ranks of the army. It was first printed in the evening post, July 16, 1862 and was afterwards sung by the famous Hutchinson family. Lincoln listened with bowed head to the enlist again when Lincoln issued his call for 300,000 volunteers to fill the ranks of the army, a call that gave rise to the famous song of that year, We're coming father Abraham, three hundred thousand strong. here they are at Harper's Ferry in 1862 enjoying the luxury of a visit from a lady whose light gown is attractively spread out over her ample hoop-skirt at the right of the picture. It is interesting to study the formal manner in which the men are holding their rifles, and also the gro
January 30th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 15
1Go soldiers, arm you for the fight, God shield the cause of Justice, Right; May all return with victory crowned, May every heart with joy abound, May each deserve the laurel crown, Nor one to meet his lady's frown. 2Your cause is good, 'tis honor bright, 'Tis virtue, country, home and right; Then should you die for love of these, We'll waft your names upon the breeze: The waves will sing your lullaby, Your country mourn your latest sigh. We'll be free in Maryland Robert E. HoltzJanuary 30, 1862 During the years of the war nearly every musician was intent on composing a new national song. Of the many compositions offered the public, curiously enough, practically none of the more ambitious attempts survive, while catchy doggerel such as We'll be free in Maryland is still sung far and wide. The boys down south in Dixie's land, The boys down south in Dixie's land, The boys down south in Dixie's land, Will come and rescue Maryland. Chorus— If you will join the Dixie band, He
July 16th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 15
irst on duty, brother, When ‘to arms’ your leader cried,— You have left the ranks forever, You have laid your arms aside, From the awful scenes of battle, brother, You were set forever free; When your comrades left you sleeping, brother, Underneath the Southern tree. We are coming, father Abraham James Sloan gibbons This song was written in 1862 just after Lincoln had issued his call for 300,000 volunteers to fill the ranks of the army. It was first printed in the evening post, July 16, 1862 and was afterwards sung by the famous Hutchinson family. Lincoln listened with bowed head to the song at the white House one summer morning in 1864. We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore; We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, with but a single tear; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before: We are coming, Father Abraham, three hun<
1863 AD (search for this): chapter 15
oul A toast to the Alabama, Whate'er our lot, through storm or shot, Here's success to the Alabama. The Southern soldier boy Air: the boy with the Auburn hair. as sung by Miss Sallie Partington, in the Virginia Cavalier, Richmond, Va., 1863. composed by Captain G. W. Alexander. the sentiments of this song pleased the Confederate soldiers, and for more than a year, the New Richmond theater was nightly filled by blockade Rebels, who greeted with wild hurrahs, Miss Sallie the prima their plaintive lament, a simple trust in the future—in the happy land—the Canaan, toward which their yearning eyes were forever turned. The enlisted soldiers Sung by the Ninth regiment U. S. Colored troops at Benedict, Maryland, winter of 1863-4. General Armstrong calls this the negro battle hymn. At Petersburg, July 29, 1864, a trooper of General Henry G. Thomas's brigade sat before the Camp fire singing this negro battle hymn, they look like men of war. General Thomas describes the s
July 3rd, 1863 AD (search for this): chapter 15
flowery May, When up the hilly slope we climbed, To watch the dying of the day And hear the distant church bells chime. Mother kissed me in my dream Set to a plaintive melody—the words of this exquisite lyric gave comfort to many a lonely soldier. It is recorded that a wounded private of Colonel Benj. L. Higgins' 86th New York Infantry sang this song to cheer his comrades while they were halted in a piece of woods beyond the memorable wheat-field at Gettysburg, on the morning of July 3d, 1863. Lying on my dying bed Throa the dark and silent night, Praying for the coming day, Came a vision to my sight. Near me stood the forms I loved, In the sunlight's mellow gleam: Folding me unto her breast, Mother kissed me in my dream. Comrades, tell her, when you write, That I did my duty well; Say that when the battle raged, Fighting, in the van I fell; Tell her, too, when on my bed Slowly ebbed my being's stream, How I knew no peace until Mother kissed me in my dream. O Wrap the fla
1864 AD (search for this): chapter 15
at the extreme right. In this charming photograph of Milbrook Manor House near Southampton, England, appears a scene of 1864 at the quiet country-place to which Admiral Semmes of the Confederate warship, Alabama, and his chief executive officer, Cng by the famous Hutchinson family. Lincoln listened with bowed head to the song at the white House one summer morning in 1864. We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shorlet him rest, Way down in Tennessee. When this cruel war is over With the quaint style of hair-dressing that ruled in 1864, in flowered skirt and ‘Garibaldi blouse,’ this beautiful woman, the wife of a Federal army officer, was photographed in fturned. The enlisted soldiers Sung by the Ninth regiment U. S. Colored troops at Benedict, Maryland, winter of 1863-4. General Armstrong calls this the negro battle hymn. At Petersburg, July 29, 1864, a trooper of General Henry G. Thomas's
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