Chapter 15

“Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land,And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;”—

“Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land,

And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;”—

The Battle of St. Paul’s (N. O.): Sung by a Louisiana Soldier. Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 17, 1866. (C. C.)

“Come boys and listen while I singThe greatest fight yet fought”—

“Come boys and listen while I sing

The greatest fight yet fought”—

Battle of Shiloh: Louisville, Ky. (W. L.)

“Quick, the cannon’s shot did pourBelching death at every roar,”—

“Quick, the cannon’s shot did pour

Belching death at every roar,”—

Battle of Shiloh Hill: Air, “Wandering Sailor,” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell,It is of a noted battle you all remember well;”—

“Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell,

It is of a noted battle you all remember well;”—

The Battle of the Mississippi: (R. R.)

“The tyrants’ broad pennant is floatingIn the South, o’er our waters so blue;”—

“The tyrants’ broad pennant is floating

In the South, o’er our waters so blue;”—

The Battle of the Stove Pipes: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] (R. B. B. 86½.)

“On Munson’s heights the Rebel Banners wave.Their hungry hosts, their ‘loyal’ legions brave,”—

“On Munson’s heights the Rebel Banners wave.

Their hungry hosts, their ‘loyal’ legions brave,”—

The Battle Rainbow: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., June, ’62. (W. G. S.)

“The warm weary day was departing, the smileOf the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.”—

“The warm weary day was departing, the smile

Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.”—

Battle Song: (C. S. B.)

“Have you counted up the costWhat is gained and what is lost”—

“Have you counted up the cost

What is gained and what is lost”—

Battle Song: Air, “Humors of Glen.” (Randolph.)

“Come strike the loud anthem! Again must the storyOf Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told!”—

“Come strike the loud anthem! Again must the story

Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told!”—

Battle Song: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who commanded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, June ’62, from the MontgomeryMail.)

“Oh, give us a song, an Eagle’s Song—Our labor and toil rewarding,”—

“Oh, give us a song, an Eagle’s Song—

Our labor and toil rewarding,”—

Battle Song of the “Black Horsemen:”Air, “Dixie:” By C. Winchester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.)

“We have come from the brave SouthwestOn fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

“We have come from the brave Southwest

On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

Battle Song of the Invaded: (R. R.)

“The foe! They come! They come!Light up the beacon pyre;”—

“The foe! They come! They come!

Light up the beacon pyre;”—

Battle Song of the Maryland Line: (R. B. B. 77.)

“To arms! to arms! the fight’s begunVirginia sounds the call;”—

“To arms! to arms! the fight’s begun

Virginia sounds the call;”—

Battle Song of the South: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.)

“Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing,Proud heritage is thine,”—

“Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing,

Proud heritage is thine,”—

Bay Blossom Cottage: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss,Which ‘Bay-Blossom’ e’er brings to my view!”—

“Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss,

Which ‘Bay-Blossom’ e’er brings to my view!”—

Baylor’s Partisan Rangers: Air, “Dixie.” By Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“Hear the summons, sons of Texas!Now the fierce invaders nex us.”—

“Hear the summons, sons of Texas!

Now the fierce invaders nex us.”—

Bayon City Guard’s Dixie: By the Company’s own poet. (Alsb.)

“From Houston City and Brazos bottom,From selling goods, and making cotton,”—

“From Houston City and Brazos bottom,

From selling goods, and making cotton,”—

Bayon City Guard’s Song in the Chickahominy Swamp: (Alsb.)

“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won,By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”—

“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won,

By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”—

Beaufort: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Old home! what blessings late were yours:The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”—

“Old home! what blessings late were yours:

The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”—

Beau-Regard: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. N. S. from the MontgomeryMail.)

“Flashing, flashing along the wiresThe glorious news each heart inspires,”—

“Flashing, flashing along the wires

The glorious news each heart inspires,”—

Beauregard: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F——. (P. & P. B.)

“In Pavia’s bloody battle fieldAs troubadours do sing,”—

“In Pavia’s bloody battle field

As troubadours do sing,”—

Beauregard: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. G. S.)

“Let the trumpet shout once more,Beauregard!”—

“Let the trumpet shout once more,

Beauregard!”—

Beauregard: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when Beauregard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Our trust is now in thee,Beauregard!”—

“Our trust is now in thee,

Beauregard!”—

Beauregard at Shiloh: Lines found on the dead body of a Confederate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.)

“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,And glory the reward”—

“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,

And glory the reward”—

Beauregard’s Appeal: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the CharlestonCourier.)

“Yea! though the need is bitter,Take down those sacred bells!”—

“Yea! though the need is bitter,

Take down those sacred bells!”—

The Beleaguered City: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.)

“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away,In the land of myrtle and the rose,”—

“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away,

In the land of myrtle and the rose,”—

Ben M’Culloch: Air, “Something new comes every day.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellowHe goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”—

“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellow

He goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”—

Ben M’Culloch—He Fell At His Post!By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would givethe right to secede,The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”—

“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give

the right to secede,

The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”—

Bentonville: Written on the field, at the close of the first day’s fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.)

“Another battle has been fought, another victory won.We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”—

“Another battle has been fought, another victory won.

We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”—

Bethel: (S. L. M. January, ’62.)

“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State!For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”—

“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State!

For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”—

A Betrayal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Dallying on as fair a landscapeAs the skies in beauty drape,”—

“Dallying on as fair a landscape

As the skies in beauty drape,”—

Beyond the Potomac: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the RichmondWhig.)

“They slept on the fields which their valor had won!But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”—

“They slept on the fields which their valor had won!

But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”—

Bill Hoosier’s Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville: Three days after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, “Sing, sing, Darkies, sing:” by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Why should Hoosiers spill their bloodTo enrich Kentucky mud?”—

“Why should Hoosiers spill their blood

To enrich Kentucky mud?”—

The Black Flag: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.)

“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strandThe voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”—

“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strand

The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”—

The Blessed Hand: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8, 1866: “There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated many books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after his death, his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen of his remains but the right hand with which he had done his pious work, and which had been miraculously preserved from decay.” (E. V. M.)

“For you and me, who love the lightOf God’s uncloistered day,”—

“For you and me, who love the light

Of God’s uncloistered day,”—

The Blessed Heart: Suggested by “The Blessed Hand.” Gratefully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair by Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.)

“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’That has so well been sung,”—

“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’

That has so well been sung,”—

The Blessed Union—Epigram: (W. G. S.)

“Doubtless to some, with length of ears,To gratify an ape’s desire,”—

“Doubtless to some, with length of ears,

To gratify an ape’s desire,”—

The Blockaders: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Across this threatening ocean tide,I see the despot’s vessels ride,”—

“Across this threatening ocean tide,

I see the despot’s vessels ride,”—

A Bloody Day is Dawning: By William Munford. July, 1864; In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping fromThe Baltimore American, c. 1895.)

“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushedFresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”—

“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed

Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”—

Blue Coats Are Over the Border: Air, “Blue Bonnets are over the Border:” Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky’s banner spreadsIts folds above our heads;”—

“Kentucky’s banner spreads

Its folds above our heads;”—

The Blue Cockade: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.)

“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade.He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”—

“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade.

He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”—

The Bold Engineer: Air, “Young Lockinvar:” by O. H. S. Baltimore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“O bully George B. has come out of the West,Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”—

“O bully George B. has come out of the West,

Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”—

The Bold Privateer: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller, Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore. (Wash. No. 29.)

“It’s O! my dearest PollyYou and I must part,”—

“It’s O! my dearest Polly

You and I must part,”—

Bombardment and Battles of Galveston: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” June 1, 1862-January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain Daly’s Company. (Alsb.)

“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede,At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”—

“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede,

At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. E.)

“Come, brothers! rally for the right!The bravest of the brave.”—

“Come, brothers! rally for the right!

The bravest of the brave.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Harry Macarthy. (C. S. B.)

“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”—

“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,

Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”—

The Bonnie Dundee of the Border: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins, of the Western Army: by Clarine Rirnarde. (W. L.)

“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—

“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,

And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—

The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to Peace: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)

“Though we’re a band of prisoners,Let each be firm and true,”—

“Though we’re a band of prisoners,

Let each be firm and true,”—

The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)

“My rifle, pouch and knife,My steed, and then we part,”—

“My rifle, pouch and knife,

My steed, and then we part,”—

Bouquet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J——: by F. B. (W. F.)

“She stepped within the lighted hallAnd dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—

“She stepped within the lighted hall

And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—

The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard: By a Lady of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—

“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,

While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—

The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the RichmondDispatch.)

“He is acting o’er the battle,With his cap and feather gay,”—

“He is acting o’er the battle,

With his cap and feather gay,”—

Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Boy who thinkest to be wed,By remembrance of our dead,”—

“Boy who thinkest to be wed,

By remembrance of our dead,”—

Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry: (Alsb.)

“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field?Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”—

“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field?

Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”—

Bowing Her Head: (W. G. S.)

“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air,As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—

“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air,

As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—

Brave Deeds—Brave Fruits: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Am. fromSouthern Opinion.)

“The record should be made of each brave deedThat brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”—

“The record should be made of each brave deed

That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”—

A Brave Girl’s Fate: By Miriam Erle. Charleston, S. C., A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The battle riot raged withoutA city’s strong, defiant walls,”—

“The battle riot raged without

A city’s strong, defiant walls,”—

The Brass-Mounted Army: Air, “Southern Wagon:” by ——, of Colonel A. Bucher’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song,And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”—

“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song,

And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”—

The Bridal Gift: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Fair one, soon my bride to be,What shall be my gift to thee?”—

“Fair one, soon my bride to be,

What shall be my gift to thee?”—

Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary!By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hide him in a dark cell,And fame will crown him there!”—

“Hide him in a dark cell,

And fame will crown him there!”—

The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.)

“When Abe called the Council together,Secession at large to discuss,”—

“When Abe called the Council together,

Secession at large to discuss,”—

Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. (W. F.)

“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,A wooden bench of common size”—

“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,

A wooden bench of common size”—

The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)

“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!What woes can fate still hold in store!”—

“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!

What woes can fate still hold in store!”—

The Broken Sword: Suggested by an incident which occurred after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)

“No; never shall this trusty glaive,Which I so long have borne.”—

“No; never shall this trusty glaive,

Which I so long have borne.”—

The Broker’s ‘Stamp Act’ Lament: July, 1862: (R. B. B. 10.)

“Lord save the South from Liberty (?)‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”—

“Lord save the South from Liberty (?)

‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”—

The Brotherly Kindness of 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain,Nor care if so they could regain”—

“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain,

Nor care if so they could regain”—

Bugle Call: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.)

“I love to feel upon my bridle bitThe champ of a thoroughbred,”—

“I love to feel upon my bridle bit

The champ of a thoroughbred,”—

Bugle Note: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the RichmondDispatch.)

“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe;With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”—

“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe;

With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”—

Bull Run—A Parody: (W. G. S.)

“At Bull Run where the sun was low,Each Southern face grew pale as snow”—

“At Bull Run where the sun was low,

Each Southern face grew pale as snow”—

Bull’s Run: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 11.)

“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not,These Southerns are only in fun,”—

“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not,

These Southerns are only in fun,”—

Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins: At Summerville, Whitsunday, May 15, 1864: by “C. G. P.” (Amaranth.)

“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May,Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”—

“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May,

Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”—

The Burial of Captain O. Jennings Wise: Killed at Roanoke Island, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.)

“Mournfully the bells are tolling,And the muffled drums are rolling,”—

“Mournfully the bells are tolling,

And the muffled drums are rolling,”—

The Burial of Latane: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July and August 1862.Note: The beautiful image in the including stanza is borrowed and some of the language is versified from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunter, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.)

“The combat raged not long, but ours the day,And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”—

“The combat raged not long, but ours the day,

And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”—

Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson: Air, “Oporto:” by R. W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.)

“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning,Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”—

“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning,

Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”—

Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.)

“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair,The earth rejoiced in gladness,”—

“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair,

The earth rejoiced in gladness,”—

Burn the Cotton: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862. (R. R.)

“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton!Let the solemn triumph rise,”—

“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton!

Let the solemn triumph rise,”—

Bury Me on the Field, Boys: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. (Amaranth.)

“Bury me on the field, boys!When the deadly strife is over;”—

“Bury me on the field, boys!

When the deadly strife is over;”—

Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.)

“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!From every beauteous Southland vale,”—

“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!

From every beauteous Southland vale,”—

Butler’s Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw byThe cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—

“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by

The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—

By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)

“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”—

“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,

And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. ’69)

“The sun has fallen: cool and deepThe night wind moans in murmurs low.”—

“The sun has fallen: cool and deep

The night wind moans in murmurs low.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M.)

“The snow has fallen thick and soft,The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”—

“The snow has fallen thick and soft,

The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”—

The Cadets at New Market: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Onward they come, they come!’Mid the wild battle-hum”—

“Onward they come, they come!

’Mid the wild battle-hum”—

The Call: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.)

“Maryland! Maryland!Stainless in story”—

“Maryland! Maryland!

Stainless in story”—

The Call: To EditorSouth Carolinian. By Barhamville. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountainHark the war note raises high!”—

“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountain

Hark the war note raises high!”—

The Call!By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Sons of Maryland, arouse!They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”—

“Sons of Maryland, arouse!

They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”—

Call All! Call All!By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham, Va.,Register.)

“Whoop! The Doodles have broken looseRunning around like the very deuce”—

“Whoop! The Doodles have broken loose

Running around like the very deuce”—

The Call of Freedom: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.)

“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls,Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”—

“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls,

Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”—

A Call to Kentuckians: By a Southern Rights Woman. Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.)

“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreamingAwake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”—

“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming

Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”—

The Cameo Bracelet: By James B. Randall, of Maryland. (W. G. S.)

“Eva sits on the ottoman there,Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”—

“Eva sits on the ottoman there,

Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”—

Campaign Ballad: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)

“Young Florida sends for their clan—the old Dominion’s brave,With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”—

“Young Florida sends for their clan—the old Dominion’s brave,

With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”—

Camp Douglas By the Lake: A Prison Song. Air, “Cottage by the Sea.” (Fag.)

“Childhood’s days have long since faded,Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”—

“Childhood’s days have long since faded,

Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”—

Cannoneer’s Doom: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B., Cottage Hill, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.)

“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red,Thus sighed a cannoneer,”—

“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red,

Thus sighed a cannoneer,”—

Cannon Song: (S. S.)

“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue!For the bugle to sing before us,”—

“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue!

For the bugle to sing before us,”—

Captain Maffit’s Ballad of the Sea: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Though winds are high and skies are darkAnd the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”—

“Though winds are high and skies are dark

And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”—

The Captain’s Story: (E. V. M.)

“We rested on the battle fieldThe busy day was o’er.”—

“We rested on the battle field

The busy day was o’er.”—

The Captain With His Whiskers: (Alsb.)

“As they marched through the town with their banners so gayI ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—

“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay

I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—

The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)

“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,Faded and worn though it be,”—

“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,

Faded and worn though it be,”—

Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them waveNo arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave

No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—

The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. & P. B.)

“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”—

“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,

We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”—

The Captured Flag: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“It is not strange that you should like to getSight of the flag that waved”—

“It is not strange that you should like to get

Sight of the flag that waved”—

Capture of 17 of Company H., 4th Texas Cavalry: Air, “Wake Snakes and Bite a Biskit.” (Alsb.)

“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three,We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”—

“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three,

We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”—

Carmen Triumphale: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“Go forth and bid the land rejoice,Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”—

“Go forth and bid the land rejoice,

Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”—

Carolina: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.)

“’Mid her ruins proudly stands,Our Carolina!”—

“’Mid her ruins proudly stands,

Our Carolina!”—

Carolina: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. Harlee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies. (E. V. M.)

“In the hour of thy gloryWhen thy name was far renowned,”—

“In the hour of thy glory

When thy name was far renowned,”—

Carolina: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”—

“The despot treads thy sacred sands,

Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”—

Carolina: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Carolina! Carolina!Noble name in State and story”—

“Carolina! Carolina!

Noble name in State and story”—

Carolina’s Hymn: For theCourier: by E. B. C., Jan. 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tideOf sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”—

“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tide

Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”—

Cavalier and Roundhead: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Will he ne’er come again,Come into my waiting arms?”—

“Will he ne’er come again,

Come into my waiting arms?”—

The Cavaliers’ Glee: Air, “The Pirates’ Glee:” by Captain Wm. Blackford, of General Stuart’s staff. (S. S.)

“Spur on! spur on! we love the boundingOf barbs that bear us to the fray:”—

“Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding

Of barbs that bear us to the fray:”—

The Cavalier’s Serenade: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee!By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”—

“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee!

By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”—

Charade: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.)

“My first is seen on a field of greenAnd a lucky elf is he,”—

“My first is seen on a field of green

And a lucky elf is he,”—

The Charge of the Georgia Eighth: At the Battle of Manassas, July 21, 1861: by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The rising sun shines gaily,On proud Manassas height,”—

“The rising sun shines gaily,

On proud Manassas height,”—

Charge of Hagood’s Bridage: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864. (W. G. S.)

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