“Hallo! what’s the matter?Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—
“Hallo! what’s the matter?Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—
“Hallo! what’s the matter?Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—
“Hallo! what’s the matter?
Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—
Dixey’s Land: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md. (Wash’n 54.)
“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—
“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—
“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—
“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,
Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—
Dixie: (E. V. M.)
“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—
“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—
“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—
“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,
Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—
Dixie: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.)
“Southron, your country calls youAnd in arms must now enroll you”—
“Southron, your country calls youAnd in arms must now enroll you”—
“Southron, your country calls youAnd in arms must now enroll you”—
“Southron, your country calls you
And in arms must now enroll you”—
Dixie: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.)
“Southrons, hear your country call you!Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—
“Southrons, hear your country call you!Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—
“Southrons, hear your country call you!Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—
“Southrons, hear your country call you!
Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—
Dixie: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. (N. Y. P. L.)
“In Dixie cotton loves to growWith leaf of green and boll of snow,”—
“In Dixie cotton loves to growWith leaf of green and boll of snow,”—
“In Dixie cotton loves to growWith leaf of green and boll of snow,”—
“In Dixie cotton loves to grow
With leaf of green and boll of snow,”—
Dixie Doodle: (Randolph.)
“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morningSo Yankeedom had best look out”—
“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morningSo Yankeedom had best look out”—
“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morningSo Yankeedom had best look out”—
“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morning
So Yankeedom had best look out”—
Dixie the Land of King Cotton: From the Highly Successful Musical Operetta “The Vivandiere.” Words by Captain Hughes of Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.)
“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,The home of the brave and the free,”—
“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,The home of the brave and the free,”—
“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,The home of the brave and the free,”—
“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,
The home of the brave and the free,”—
Dixie War Song: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.)
“Hear ye not the sounds of battleSabres clash and muskets rattle?”—
“Hear ye not the sounds of battleSabres clash and muskets rattle?”—
“Hear ye not the sounds of battleSabres clash and muskets rattle?”—
“Hear ye not the sounds of battle
Sabres clash and muskets rattle?”—
Dix’s Manifesto: Air, “Dearest Mae:” by “B.” Baltimore, Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.)
“Once on a time in BaltimoreThere reigned a mighty King.”—
“Once on a time in BaltimoreThere reigned a mighty King.”—
“Once on a time in BaltimoreThere reigned a mighty King.”—
“Once on a time in Baltimore
There reigned a mighty King.”—
Dodge’s Police: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 24.)
“Come all ye Southern lassiesThat joined in our parade,”—
“Come all ye Southern lassiesThat joined in our parade,”—
“Come all ye Southern lassiesThat joined in our parade,”—
“Come all ye Southern lassies
That joined in our parade,”—
Doffing the Gray: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savannah, Ga. (W. G. S.)
“Off with your gray suits, boys—Off with your rebel gear”—
“Off with your gray suits, boys—Off with your rebel gear”—
“Off with your gray suits, boys—Off with your rebel gear”—
“Off with your gray suits, boys—
Off with your rebel gear”—
Do They Miss Me in the Trenches!Vicksburg Song. Air, “Do They Miss Me at Home.” (Alsb.)
“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,When the shells fly so thickly round,”—
“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,When the shells fly so thickly round,”—
“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,When the shells fly so thickly round,”—
“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,
When the shells fly so thickly round,”—
Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us?By Father A. J. Ryan. (Sunny.)
“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—
“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—
“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—
“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,
Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—
Down-Trodden Maryland: Air, “Tom Bowling:” by B. [This is especially interesting because the poem, which is here of three stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in its 3rd edition, expanded to 6 stanzas, 1+a+2+b+c+3, signed N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 4, 1862.] (R. B. B. 64.)
“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lieThe noblest of all States”—
“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lieThe noblest of all States”—
“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lieThe noblest of all States”—
“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie
The noblest of all States”—
Do Ye Quail?By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)
“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—
“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—
“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—
“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,
The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—
Dreaming: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)
“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,In a charmed trance she lies;”—
“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,In a charmed trance she lies;”—
“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,In a charmed trance she lies;”—
“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,
In a charmed trance she lies;”—
Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M’Cabe. Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)
“I picture her there in the quaint old roomWhere the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—
“I picture her there in the quaint old roomWhere the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—
“I picture her there in the quaint old roomWhere the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—
“I picture her there in the quaint old room
Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—
A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)
“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—
“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—
“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—
“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,
Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—
Drinking Song: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By F. B. (W. F.)
“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,In troubles who wish to be gay,”—
“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,In troubles who wish to be gay,”—
“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,In troubles who wish to be gay,”—
“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,
In troubles who wish to be gay,”—
The Drummer Boy: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, 1862. (E. V. M.)
“All pallid upon his couch he lay,As death fast dimmed his eye,”—
“All pallid upon his couch he lay,As death fast dimmed his eye,”—
“All pallid upon his couch he lay,As death fast dimmed his eye,”—
“All pallid upon his couch he lay,
As death fast dimmed his eye,”—
The Drummer Boy of Shiloh: (Alsb.)
“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—
“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—
“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—
“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,
Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—
During a Snow Storm: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Mists of beauty fill the air,With splendor rare:”—
“Mists of beauty fill the air,With splendor rare:”—
“Mists of beauty fill the air,With splendor rare:”—
“Mists of beauty fill the air,
With splendor rare:”—
Dutch Volunteer: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.)
“It was in Ni Orleans cityI first heard der drums und fife,”—
“It was in Ni Orleans cityI first heard der drums und fife,”—
“It was in Ni Orleans cityI first heard der drums und fife,”—
“It was in Ni Orleans city
I first heard der drums und fife,”—
Duty and Defiance: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)
“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!Texas needs us all, Texans!”—
“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!Texas needs us all, Texans!”—
“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!Texas needs us all, Texans!”—
“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!
Texas needs us all, Texans!”—
The Dying Confederate’s Last Words: By Maryland. [Note in pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.)
“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—
“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—
“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—
“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,
My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—
The Dying Mother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)
“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—
“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—
“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—
“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’
Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—
The Dying Soldier: (R. B. B. 22.)
“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—
“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—
“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—
“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!
You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—
The Dying Soldier: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from TheSouthern Field and Fireside.)
“Lay him down gently where shadows lie stillAnd cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—
“Lay him down gently where shadows lie stillAnd cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—
“Lay him down gently where shadows lie stillAnd cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—
“Lay him down gently where shadows lie still
And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—
The Dying Soldier: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.)
“Gather round him where he’s lying,Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—
“Gather round him where he’s lying,Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—
“Gather round him where he’s lying,Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—
“Gather round him where he’s lying,
Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—
The Dying Soldier: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)
“I am dying, comrade, dying,Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—
“I am dying, comrade, dying,Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—
“I am dying, comrade, dying,Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—
“I am dying, comrade, dying,
Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—
Dying Soldier Boy: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B. Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)
“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—
“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—
“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—
“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!
The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—
The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the Battle Plain: An admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)
“The moon rose o’er the battle plainAnd smiled from her dark throne,”—
“The moon rose o’er the battle plainAnd smiled from her dark throne,”—
“The moon rose o’er the battle plainAnd smiled from her dark throne,”—
“The moon rose o’er the battle plain
And smiled from her dark throne,”—
Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson: (Hubner.)
“The stars of night contain the glittering DayAnd rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—
“The stars of night contain the glittering DayAnd rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—
“The stars of night contain the glittering DayAnd rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—
“The stars of night contain the glittering Day
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—
1861: (E. V. M.)
“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—
“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—
“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—
“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,
The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—
Eight Years Ago: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. (Sunny.)
“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—
“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—
“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—
“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,
When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—
Elegy on Leaving Home: Air, “Good-bye:” by Major Webber, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. December, 1862. (W. L.)
“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,Where I hoped to live and die;”—
“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,Where I hoped to live and die;”—
“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,Where I hoped to live and die;”—
“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,
Where I hoped to live and die;”—
Ella Nocare: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., ’64.)
“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,Was born of a wealthy sire”—
“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,Was born of a wealthy sire”—
“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,Was born of a wealthy sire”—
“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,
Was born of a wealthy sire”—
The Empty Sleeve: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)
“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to seeThe sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—
“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to seeThe sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—
“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to seeThe sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—
“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see
The sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—
Encore et Toujours Maryland: by Constance Cary: (Bohemian.)
“A plea for Maryland!Outraged old Maryland!”—
“A plea for Maryland!Outraged old Maryland!”—
“A plea for Maryland!Outraged old Maryland!”—
“A plea for Maryland!
Outraged old Maryland!”—
The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City: Andrew Jackson’s Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—
“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—
“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—
“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,
Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—
Enfants du Sud: By R. Thomassy: for theCourier. Nouvelle Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.)
“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menaceAux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—
“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menaceAux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—
“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menaceAux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—
“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace
Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—
England’s Neutrality: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.)
“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—
“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—
“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—
“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,
Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—
Enigma: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—
“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—
“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—
“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’
My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—
Enlisted Today: (W. G. S.)
“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—
“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—
“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—
“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,
And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—
The Ensign: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by Robert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl’s Brigade, Aug. 14, 1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)
“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—Rang the music to many an ear,”—
“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—Rang the music to many an ear,”—
“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—Rang the music to many an ear,”—
“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—
Rang the music to many an ear,”—
Epistle to the Ladies: By W. E. M., of General Lee’s Army. (W. L.)
“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,Of whatso’er degree,”—
“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,Of whatso’er degree,”—
“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,Of whatso’er degree,”—
“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,
Of whatso’er degree,”—
Ethnogenesis: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of S. C. (W. G. S.)
“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,and shall not evening call another star.”—
“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,and shall not evening call another star.”—
“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,and shall not evening call another star.”—
“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,
and shall not evening call another star.”—
Eulogy of the Dead: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)
“Oh! weep not for the deadWhose blood for freedom shed,”—
“Oh! weep not for the deadWhose blood for freedom shed,”—
“Oh! weep not for the deadWhose blood for freedom shed,”—
“Oh! weep not for the dead
Whose blood for freedom shed,”—
Evacuation of Manassas: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862. S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title ofRear Guard of Army. (E. V. M.)
“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—
“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—
“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—
“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,
When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—
Exchanged!By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)
“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,He is borne to his last resting place;”—
“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,He is borne to his last resting place;”—
“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,He is borne to his last resting place;”—
“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,
He is borne to his last resting place;”—
The Exiled Soldiers’ Adieu to Maryland: By I. Camp near Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. B. B. 79.)
“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!For honor calls me now away from thee.”—
“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!For honor calls me now away from thee.”—
“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!For honor calls me now away from thee.”—
“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!
For honor calls me now away from thee.”—
The Exodus: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.)
“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—
“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—
“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—
“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,
And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—
The Expected Texas Invasion: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston, Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.)
“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—Could the scions of freemen admit?”—
“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—Could the scions of freemen admit?”—
“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—Could the scions of freemen admit?”—
“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—
Could the scions of freemen admit?”—
Fable or History: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (S. L. M.)
“A hungry Ape one summer’s dayDid idly through a forest stray,”—
“A hungry Ape one summer’s dayDid idly through a forest stray,”—
“A hungry Ape one summer’s dayDid idly through a forest stray,”—
“A hungry Ape one summer’s day
Did idly through a forest stray,”—
The Fair and the Brave: Flag Presentation to the “Jackson Hornets” by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, Ala. Written by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“First to rise against oppressionIn this glorious Southern band;”—
“First to rise against oppressionIn this glorious Southern band;”—
“First to rise against oppressionIn this glorious Southern band;”—
“First to rise against oppression
In this glorious Southern band;”—
The Faith of The South: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“God is the weak man’s arm,We cannot feel despair;”—
“God is the weak man’s arm,We cannot feel despair;”—
“God is the weak man’s arm,We cannot feel despair;”—
“God is the weak man’s arm,
We cannot feel despair;”—
The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)
“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—
“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—
“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—
“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,
While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—
Farewell: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.)
“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast’Gainst the foe,”—
“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast’Gainst the foe,”—
“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast’Gainst the foe,”—
“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast
’Gainst the foe,”—
Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner: By Mrs. E. D. Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.)
“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—
“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—
“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—
“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,
And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—
Farewell to Brother Johnathan: By Caroline. (R. R.)
“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—
“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—
“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—
“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—
Farewell to Johnson’s Island: By Major George McKnight (Asa Hartz). (Sunny.)
“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,Where misery marked my days;”—
“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,Where misery marked my days;”—
“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,Where misery marked my days;”—
“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,
Where misery marked my days;”—
A Farewell to Pope: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)
“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—
“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—
“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—
“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,
Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—
Fast and Pray: “I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general fasting and prayer,” Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.)
“Soldier, on the whitened field,Resting on thy burnished shield,”—
“Soldier, on the whitened field,Resting on thy burnished shield,”—
“Soldier, on the whitened field,Resting on thy burnished shield,”—
“Soldier, on the whitened field,
Resting on thy burnished shield,”—
Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)
“Hark to the silvery chimingThat stirs the quiet air,”—
“Hark to the silvery chimingThat stirs the quiet air,”—
“Hark to the silvery chimingThat stirs the quiet air,”—
“Hark to the silvery chiming
That stirs the quiet air,”—
The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—
“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—
“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—
“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—
Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—
The Federal Vandals: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author: The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply to our Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by himself.) (R. R. and under the title ofIt is I!R. B. B.)
“They come, they come,—a motley crewFor rapine, rape and plunder met;”—
“They come, they come,—a motley crewFor rapine, rape and plunder met;”—
“They come, they come,—a motley crewFor rapine, rape and plunder met;”—
“They come, they come,—a motley crew
For rapine, rape and plunder met;”—
The Federal Vendue: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. B. B. 27).
“And going—going! Step up, friends,I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—
“And going—going! Step up, friends,I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—
“And going—going! Step up, friends,I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—
“And going—going! Step up, friends,
I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—
Few Days: (Alsb.)
“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—
“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—
“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—
“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;
And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—
Fiat Justitia: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., under title ofGod Will RepayR. B. B.)
“There is no day however darkly cloudedBut hath a brighter sun,”—
“There is no day however darkly cloudedBut hath a brighter sun,”—
“There is no day however darkly cloudedBut hath a brighter sun,”—
“There is no day however darkly clouded
But hath a brighter sun,”—
Field of Glory: By J. H. Hewitt.
“When upon the field of glory’Mid the battle cry”—
“When upon the field of glory’Mid the battle cry”—
“When upon the field of glory’Mid the battle cry”—
“When upon the field of glory
’Mid the battle cry”—
The Field of Williamsburg: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M., Aug. ’63.)
“Back to the field, whence yestere’enThe Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—
“Back to the field, whence yestere’enThe Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—
“Back to the field, whence yestere’enThe Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—
“Back to the field, whence yestere’en
The Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—
The Fiend Unbound: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“No more with glad and happy cheerAnd smiling face, doth Christmas come”—
“No more with glad and happy cheerAnd smiling face, doth Christmas come”—
“No more with glad and happy cheerAnd smiling face, doth Christmas come”—
“No more with glad and happy cheer
And smiling face, doth Christmas come”—
Fight On! Fight Ever!By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, Sept. 7, 1863. (C. C.)
“Still wave the stars and barsO’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—
“Still wave the stars and barsO’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—
“Still wave the stars and barsO’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—
“Still wave the stars and bars
O’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—
The Fire of Freedom: (W. G. S.)
“The holy fire that nerved the GreekTo make his stand at Marathon.”—
“The holy fire that nerved the GreekTo make his stand at Marathon.”—
“The holy fire that nerved the GreekTo make his stand at Marathon.”—
“The holy fire that nerved the Greek
To make his stand at Marathon.”—
First Love: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.)
“In the blithesome days of boyhood,In the unforgotten past;”—
“In the blithesome days of boyhood,In the unforgotten past;”—
“In the blithesome days of boyhood,In the unforgotten past;”—
“In the blithesome days of boyhood,
In the unforgotten past;”—
Fishing in Troubled Waters: (R. B. B. 87.)
“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—
“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—
“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—
“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.
To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—
The Flag: (R. B. B. 77.)
“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—
“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—
“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—
“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,
To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—
The Flag of Secession: Air, “The Star Spangled Banner:” [by Frederick Pinkney?] (R. B. B. 27.)
“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early lightWhat you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—
“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early lightWhat you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—
“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early lightWhat you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—
“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early light
What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—
Flag of Our Country: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside in possession of Editor.)
“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—
“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—
“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—
“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,
Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—
Flag of the Free Eleven: (Randolph.)
“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,For the smile of approving Heaven”—
“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,For the smile of approving Heaven”—
“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,For the smile of approving Heaven”—
“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,
For the smile of approving Heaven”—
The Flag of the Lone Star: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)
“Hurrah for the Lone Star!Up, up to the mast,”—
“Hurrah for the Lone Star!Up, up to the mast,”—
“Hurrah for the Lone Star!Up, up to the mast,”—
“Hurrah for the Lone Star!
Up, up to the mast,”—
The Flag of the South: For theEvening Star: suggested by the raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles P. Lenox. (R. B. B. 26½.)
“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—
“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—
“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—
“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,
Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—
Flag of the South: For theEvening Star: by J. H., Baltimore, Md. (R. B. B. 26½.)
“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendorThe emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—
“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendorThe emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—
“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendorThe emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—
“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor
The emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—
Flag of the Southland: Air, “I’m Afloat:” by Major E. W. Cave, of Houston: (Alsb.)
“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—
“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—
“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—
“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!
Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—
Flag of Truce: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, July, 1864. (W. L.)
“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—
“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—
“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—
“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—
White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—
Flight of Doodles: (R. R.)
“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—
“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—
“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—
“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—
I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—
The Foe at the Gates: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S.)
“Ring round her! children of her glorious skiesWhom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—
“Ring round her! children of her glorious skiesWhom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—
“Ring round her! children of her glorious skiesWhom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—
“Ring round her! children of her glorious skies
Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—
Fold It Up Carefully: A reply to the lines entitled “The Conquered Banner:” by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart. of England, Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to us from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the author to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet appeared in print.) (E. V. M.)
“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,Say not that your hopes are fled;”—
“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,Say not that your hopes are fled;”—
“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,Say not that your hopes are fled;”—
“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,
Say not that your hopes are fled;”—
Follow! Boys, Follow!By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)
“Follow, brave boys, follow!’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—
“Follow, brave boys, follow!’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—
“Follow, brave boys, follow!’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—
“Follow, brave boys, follow!
’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—
For Bales: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)
“We all went down to New Orleans,For Bales, for Bales;”—
“We all went down to New Orleans,For Bales, for Bales;”—
“We all went down to New Orleans,For Bales, for Bales;”—
“We all went down to New Orleans,
For Bales, for Bales;”—
For Punch: (Bohemian from theSouthern Literary Messenger.)
“For fifty years the world has rungWith nothing strange or new, sir,”—
“For fifty years the world has rungWith nothing strange or new, sir,”—
“For fifty years the world has rungWith nothing strange or new, sir,”—
“For fifty years the world has rung
With nothing strange or new, sir,”—
Forget? Never!By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)
“Can the mother forget the child of her love,Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—
“Can the mother forget the child of her love,Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—
“Can the mother forget the child of her love,Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—
“Can the mother forget the child of her love,
Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—
Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;Death howls over liberty,”—
“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;Death howls over liberty,”—
“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;Death howls over liberty,”—
“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;
Death howls over liberty,”—
Fort Donelson: The Siege: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)
“I cannot look on the sunshineThat breaks thro’ the clouds today”—
“I cannot look on the sunshineThat breaks thro’ the clouds today”—
“I cannot look on the sunshineThat breaks thro’ the clouds today”—
“I cannot look on the sunshine
That breaks thro’ the clouds today”—
Fort Moultrie: For theCourier: by Carolina. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)
“Long the pride of Carolina,Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—
“Long the pride of Carolina,Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—
“Long the pride of Carolina,Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—
“Long the pride of Carolina,
Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—
Forts Morris and Moultrie: (Bohemian.)
“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!List! methinks I hear the strain”—
“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!List! methinks I hear the strain”—
“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!List! methinks I hear the strain”—
“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!
List! methinks I hear the strain”—
Fort Sumter: (R. R. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“It was a noble RomanIn Rome’s imperial day,”—
“It was a noble RomanIn Rome’s imperial day,”—
“It was a noble RomanIn Rome’s imperial day,”—
“It was a noble Roman
In Rome’s imperial day,”—
Fort Sumter: By H. (Bohemian from the New OrleansDelta.)
“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—
“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—
“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—
“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,
Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—
Fort Sumter: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)
“Up through the water, towering high,”—
“Up through the water, towering high,”—
“Up through the water, towering high,”—
“Up through the water, towering high,”—
Fort Sumter: A Southern Song. Air, “Dearest May:” by Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.)
“Come now and gather round me,A story I’ll relate,”—
“Come now and gather round me,A story I’ll relate,”—
“Come now and gather round me,A story I’ll relate,”—
“Come now and gather round me,
A story I’ll relate,”—
Fort Wagner: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Glory unto the gallant boys who stoodAt Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—
“Glory unto the gallant boys who stoodAt Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—
“Glory unto the gallant boys who stoodAt Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—
“Glory unto the gallant boys who stood
At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—
The 47th Va. Regiment: At the Battle of Frazier’s Farm, June 30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.)
“Virginians! let the foe now feelWhat vengeance ours may be;”—
“Virginians! let the foe now feelWhat vengeance ours may be;”—
“Virginians! let the foe now feelWhat vengeance ours may be;”—
“Virginians! let the foe now feel
What vengeance ours may be;”—
The Four Brothers: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)
“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,O’er the form so cold and chill,”—
“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,O’er the form so cold and chill,”—
“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,O’er the form so cold and chill,”—
“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,
O’er the form so cold and chill,”—
A Fragment: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—
“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—
“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—
“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?
Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—
A Fragment, Cabinet Council: From the CharlestonMercury. (P. & P. B.)
“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—
“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—
“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—
“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,
Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—
Freedom’s Call: Air, “God Save the South.” Baltimore, June 1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.)
“Southrons, to arms!Justice with flaming sword,”—
“Southrons, to arms!Justice with flaming sword,”—
“Southrons, to arms!Justice with flaming sword,”—
“Southrons, to arms!
Justice with flaming sword,”—
Freedom’s Muster Drum: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.)
“When Freedom from her dazzling homeLooked down upon the breathing world,”—
“When Freedom from her dazzling homeLooked down upon the breathing world,”—
“When Freedom from her dazzling homeLooked down upon the breathing world,”—
“When Freedom from her dazzling home
Looked down upon the breathing world,”—
Freedom’s New Banner: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. (Fag. from the RichmondDispatch.)
“When clouds of apprehension o’ershadedThe banner that Liberty bore,”—
“When clouds of apprehension o’ershadedThe banner that Liberty bore,”—
“When clouds of apprehension o’ershadedThe banner that Liberty bore,”—
“When clouds of apprehension o’ershaded
The banner that Liberty bore,”—
From the Rapidan, 1864: (W. G. S.)
“A low wind in the pines!And a dull pain in the breast!”—
“A low wind in the pines!And a dull pain in the breast!”—
“A low wind in the pines!And a dull pain in the breast!”—
“A low wind in the pines!
And a dull pain in the breast!”—
From the South to the North: By C. L. S. (R. R.)
“There is no union when the heartsThat once were bound together,”—
“There is no union when the heartsThat once were bound together,”—
“There is no union when the heartsThat once were bound together,”—
“There is no union when the hearts
That once were bound together,”—
The Frontier Ranger: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.)
“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—
“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—
“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—
“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.
A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—
The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.)
“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—
“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—
“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—
“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,
Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—
Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston: (Fag.)
“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—
“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—
“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—
“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!
We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—
The Gallant Colonel: (R. B. B. 32.)