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Mitchell (search for this): chapter 15
r let loose, are howling, And soon our peaceful towns may blaze, And soon our peaceful towns may blaze. Shall fiends who basely plot our ruin, Unchecked, advance with guilty stride To spread destruction far and wide, With Southron's blood their hands embruing? To arms, to arms, ye brave! Tha avenging sword unsheath! March on! March on! All hearts resolved on victory or death, March on! March on! All hearts resolved on victory or death. Blue coats are over the border Inscribed to Captain Mitchell. Air—Blue Bonnets are over the Border. the old song suggested this; a few lines are borrowed from it. Kentucky's banner spreads Its folds above our heads; We are already famous in story. Mount and make ready then, Brave Duke and all his men; Fight for our homes and Kentucky's old glory. Chorus— March! March! Brave Duke and all his men! Haste, brave boys, now quickly march forward in order! March! March! ye men of old Kentuck! The horrid blue coats are over the border. Morga
Nelly (search for this): chapter 15
How you told me that you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? Oh, how proud you stood before me, In your suit of blue, When you vowed to me and country Ever to be true. Chorus- Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and fears how vain! Yet praying, when this cruel war is over, Praying that we meet again! Poor old slave This song, while not directly connected with the events of the war, was widely popular during the struggle. 'Tis just one year ago today, That I remember well, I sat down by poor Nelly's side And a story she did tell. 'Twas 'bout a poor unhappy 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<
Sallie Partington (search for this): chapter 15
. Navy. The wind blows off yon rocky shore, Boys, set your sails all free: And soon the booming cannon's roar Shall ring out merrily. Run up your bunting, caught a-peak, And swear, lads, to defend her: 'Gainst every foe, where'er we go, Our motto—‘No surrender.’ Chorus— Then sling the bowl, drink every soul 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 donna of the Confederacy. Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name, He's off to the wars and gone, He's fighting for his Nannie dear, His sword is buckled on; He's fighting for his own true love, Hi
Price (search for this): chapter 15
h, 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, 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 fo
Henry Putnam (search for this): chapter 15
ere's never a bond, old friend, like this: We have drunk from the same canteen. Chorus— The same canteen, my soldier friend, The same canteen, There's never a bond, old friend, like this! We have drunk from the same canteen. It was sometimes water, and sometimes milk, Sometimes applejack, fine as silk, But whatever the tipple has been, We shared it together, in bane or bliss, And I warm to you, friend, when I think of this: We have drunk from the same canteen. Gay and happy Private Henry Putnam, a descendant of Israel Putnam of historic fame, and a member of a New York regiment, wrote home from cold Harbor the day before the battle, we are quite gay in Camp despite the prospect for battle to-morrow. To-night we have been singing and telling stories around the Camp fire. I send you a paragraph of gay and happy still, which we sang tonight. the soldier was killed in the trenches the following day by the bullet of a Tennessee rifleman. 1We're the boys that's gay and happy
Israel Putnam (search for this): chapter 15
e this: We have drunk from the same canteen. Chorus— The same canteen, my soldier friend, The same canteen, There's never a bond, old friend, like this! We have drunk from the same canteen. It was sometimes water, and sometimes milk, Sometimes applejack, fine as silk, But whatever the tipple has been, We shared it together, in bane or bliss, And I warm to you, friend, when I think of this: We have drunk from the same canteen. Gay and happy Private Henry Putnam, a descendant of Israel Putnam of historic fame, and a member of a New York regiment, wrote home from cold Harbor the day before the battle, we are quite gay in Camp despite the prospect for battle to-morrow. To-night we have been singing and telling stories around the Camp fire. I send you a paragraph of gay and happy still, which we sang tonight. the soldier was killed in the trenches the following day by the bullet of a Tennessee rifleman. 1We're the boys that's gay and happy, Wheresoever we may be; And we'll
F. W. Rasier (search for this): chapter 15
With Wharton for our leader, we'll chase the dastard foe, Till our horses bathe their fetlocks in the deep, blue Ohio. 'Tis joy to be a Ranger! to fight for dear Southland! 'Tis joy to follow Wharton, with his gallant, trusty band! 'Tis joy to see our Harrison plunge, like a meteor bright, Into the thickest of the fray, and deal his deadly might. O! who'd not be a Ranger and follow Wharton's cry! And battle for his country, and, if needs be, die? The Alabama Words by E. King music by F. W. Rasier While the greater number of naval war songs belongs to the North, crystallizing around the names of Farragut and Winslow, the heroism displayed by the small, scantily equipped Confederate Navy, brought forth several lyrical tributes. This roystering father Abraham this photograph shows some of the members of the twenty-second New York Infantry, who fought at the Second battle of Bull Run, Antietam, and Chancellorsville. It lost during service eleven officers and sixty-two men
Bob Roebuck (search for this): chapter 15
e'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 donna of the Confederacy. Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name, He's off to the wars and gone, He's fighting for his Nannie dear, His sword is buckled on; He's fighting for his own true love, His foes he does defy; He is the darling of my heart, My Southern soldier boy. Chorus- Yo! ho! yo! ho! yo! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! He is my only joy, He is the darling of my heart, My Southern soldier boy. The Zouaves J. Howard Wainwright Published in New York evening post, 1861. the Zouaves was one of the many spirited songs
George Frederick Root (search for this): chapter 15
rothers of ours, Lying so silently night and day, Sleeping the years of their manhood away, Give them the meed they have won in the past, Give them the honors their future forecast, Give them the chaplets they won in the strife, Give them the laurels they lost with their life. Chorus— Cover them over, yes, cover them over, Parent, and husband, brother and lover; Crown in your hearts those dead heroes of ours, Cover them over with beautiful flow'rs. Just before the battle, mother George Frederick root Next in popularity to when this Cruel war is over, was the sentimental song just before the battle, mother. its pathos and simplicity touched every heart. Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While, upon the field, we're watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God; For well they know that, on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. Chorus— Farewell, mother, you may never, You may never, m
John Savage (search for this): chapter 15
es after the trumpets had blown their final call. I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten; Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. Chorus- Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land, I'll took my stand, To lib and die in Dixie: Away, away, away, down South in Dixie Away, away, away, down South in Dixie. Dixie Union adaptation by John Savage—one of the many versions of Dixie sung in the Northern states during the war. Oh, the Starry Flag is the flag for me; 'Tis the flag of life, 'tis the flag of the free, Then hurrah, hurrah, for the flag of the Union. Oh, the Starry Flag is the flag for me. 'Tis the flag of life, 'tis the flag of the free. We'll raise that starry banner, boys, Where no power or wrath can face it; O'er town and field— The people's shield; No treason can erase it; O'er all the land, That flag must stand, Wher
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