Chapter 18

“There lived a man in Brooklin townAn Abolition teacher”—

“There lived a man in Brooklin town

An Abolition teacher”—

Gallant Second Texans: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by M. B. Smith, Company C., 2nd Texas: (Alsb.)

“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear,Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”—

“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear,

Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”—

Gather! Gather!By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.)

“Gather around your country’s flag,Men of the South! the hour has come,”—

“Gather around your country’s flag,

Men of the South! the hour has come,”—

The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers: Air, “La Marseillaise.” (S. L. M., June, 1861.)

“Sons of the South! behold the morningGod-like ascends his golden car,”—

“Sons of the South! behold the morning

God-like ascends his golden car,”—

Gay and Happy: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, “Gay and Happy.” (C. S. B.)

“We’re the boys so gay and happyWheresoe’er we chance to be”—

“We’re the boys so gay and happy

Wheresoe’er we chance to be”—

Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion: By Ina M. Porter of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strandWhile comrades of the Legion stand,”—

“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strand

While comrades of the Legion stand,”—

General Albert Sidney Johnston: By Mary Jervey, of Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fellWhile into Victory’s arms he led us on;”—

“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell

While into Victory’s arms he led us on;”—

General Beauregard: (R. B. B. 9.)

“When war clouds gathered about our landAnd out of the North came a hostile band,”—

“When war clouds gathered about our land

And out of the North came a hostile band,”—

General Butler: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B. 12.)

“Butler and I went out from campAt Bethel to make battle,”—

“Butler and I went out from camp

At Bethel to make battle,”—

General Hood’s Last Charge: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.)

“The twilight of death is beginning to fall.Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—

“The twilight of death is beginning to fall.

Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—

A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.)

“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,Fly to the Fields with me;”—

“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,

Fly to the Fields with me;”—

General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, “Dandy Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,And darkest o’er the brave true band”—

“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,

And darkest o’er the brave true band”—

General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide airShook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air

Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

General Jeff Davis: Air, “Kelvin Grove:” (West. Res.)

“Who is this with noble mienSouthern hearties, O!”—

“Who is this with noble mien

Southern hearties, O!”—

General John B. Floyd: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“The noble hero calmly sleepsUnheeding all life’s surging woes,”—

“The noble hero calmly sleeps

Unheeding all life’s surging woes,”—

General Johnston: Air, “American Star.” (R. B. B. 50.)

“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”—

“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’

The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”—

General Lee: Air, “Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (R. B. B. 60.)

“There is a man in Old VirginnyHis name is General Lee,”—

“There is a man in Old Virginny

His name is General Lee,”—

General Lee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’ve tried to write of General Lee,But always stop, to bend my knee”—

“I’ve tried to write of General Lee,

But always stop, to bend my knee”—

General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like sonSecond unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”—

“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son

Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”—

General Price’s Appeal: (Alsb.)

“Come from the Western fountains,Come from the plains so wild and rough,”—

“Come from the Western fountains,

Come from the plains so wild and rough,”—

General Robert E. Lee: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“As went the knight with sword and shieldTo tourney or to battle field,”—

“As went the knight with sword and shield

To tourney or to battle field,”—

General Tom Green: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone!A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”—

“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone!

A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”—

Georgia, My Georgia!: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,That sounds along thy sunny shore,”—

“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,

That sounds along thy sunny shore,”—

A Georgia Volunteer: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the neglected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, a regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field where its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar daring, even among the ‘foot-cavalry’ of Jackson: by Xariffa. (C. C.)

“Far up the lonely mountain-sideMy wandering footsteps led;”—

“Far up the lonely mountain-side

My wandering footsteps led;”—

Gettysburg: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North Carolina. (Amaranth.)

“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea,From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”—

“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea,

From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”—

The Girl I Left Behind Me: (Alsb.)

“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgyWith heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”—

“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgy

With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”—

The Girls of the Monumental City: Written by a Confederate Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.)

“Daughters of the sunny SouthWhere Freedom loves to dwell,”—

“Daughters of the sunny South

Where Freedom loves to dwell,”—

Give Them Bread!By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)

“Have you heard the calls for succor,Cries of hunger that have come,”—

“Have you heard the calls for succor,

Cries of hunger that have come,”—

Give Up!By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fateThat the blood which now reddens your veins,”—

“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate

That the blood which now reddens your veins,”—

Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. (W. F.)

“It is a curious world, this world of ours,Time but creates in order to destroy,”—

“It is a curious world, this world of ours,

Time but creates in order to destroy,”—

Glorious January 1, 1863: Air, “Oaks of James Davis:” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my songLet joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”—

“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song

Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”—

God and Our Rights: (Randolph.)

“God and our Right, from every glen,Come marching ranks of fearless men,”—

“God and our Right, from every glen,

Come marching ranks of fearless men,”—

God Be Our Trust: Air, “Heaven Is Our Home: let not our courage fail.” (R. B. B. 37.)

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”—

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,

Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”—

God Bless Our Land: Anthem of the Confederate States: by E. Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from theSouthern Field and Fireside.)

“Oh God! our only King,To Thee our hearts we bring;”—

“Oh God! our only King,

To Thee our hearts we bring;”—

God Bless Our President: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God bless our President,The hope of the Free!”—

“God bless our President,

The hope of the Free!”—

God Bless Our Southern Land: Air, “God Save the Queen.” Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and sung on the occasion of his public reception in the city of Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.)

“God bless our Southern land,God save our sea-girt land,”—

“God bless our Southern land,

God save our sea-girt land,”—

God Bless the South: Air, “God Speed the Right.” (R. B. B. 32.)

“Now to heaven one prayer ascending,God bless the South”—

“Now to heaven one prayer ascending,

God bless the South”—

God Help Kentucky: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Lord from Thy heavenly throneThy holy will be done;”—

“Lord from Thy heavenly throne

Thy holy will be done;”—

God Save the South: (R. R.)

“God bless our Southern land!Guard our beloved land!”—

“God bless our Southern land!

Guard our beloved land!”—

God Save the South: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Wake every minstrel’s strain,Ring o’er each Southern plain,”—

“Wake every minstrel’s strain,

Ring o’er each Southern plain,”—

God Save the South: National Hymn: By George H. Miles of Frederick, Md.: music by C. W. A. Ellerbock, permission of A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published in the South during the War.] S. L. M., Oct., 1863, from the CharlestonMercury. (C. S. B.)

“God save the South,Her altars and firesides”—

“God save the South,

Her altars and firesides”—

God Save the Southern Land: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, of Md.: (Amaranth.)

“Oh, let the cry awaken,From every hero-band”—

“Oh, let the cry awaken,

From every hero-band”—

Going Home: By M. L. M. (W. L.)

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

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave,

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

Gone to the Battlefield: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.)

“The reaper has left the field,The mower has left the plain,”—

“The reaper has left the field,

The mower has left the plain,”—

Goober Peas: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known Confederate songs.] (Im.)

“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day,Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”—

“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day,

Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”—

Good News From Dixie: (R. B. B. 34.)

“How the South’s great heart rejoicesAt your cannon’s ringing voices,”—

“How the South’s great heart rejoices

At your cannon’s ringing voices,”—

The Good Old Cause: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala. (W. G. S.)

“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”—

“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’

’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”—

Governor Hicks: Air, “Money Musk.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Mister Hicks, full of tricks,Now prying, next time trying,”—

“Mister Hicks, full of tricks,

Now prying, next time trying,”—

Grant’s Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings: Air, “Spanish Hymn” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Saviour, when in dust to Thee,Low we bow adoring knee,”—

“Saviour, when in dust to Thee,

Low we bow adoring knee,”—

Grave of A. Sidney Johnston: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.)

“The Lone Star State secretes the clayOf him who led on Shiloh’s field,”—

“The Lone Star State secretes the clay

Of him who led on Shiloh’s field,”—

The Grave of Ashby: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.)

“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath wonA fadeless wreath of glory:”—

“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won

A fadeless wreath of glory:”—

Grave of Washington: (Cav.)

“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”—

“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep

’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”—

Graves for the Invaders: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. (R. B. B. 35.)

“Graves for the invaders—gravesScoop’d from the reeking sod”—

“Graves for the invaders—graves

Scoop’d from the reeking sod”—

Graves of Our Home-Heroes: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March 31, 1865. (Corinth).

“Behold! they sleep,Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”—

“Behold! they sleep,

Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”—

Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity!Air, “Dixie.” (R. B. B. 35.)

“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befellAnd the place where it happened was big Bethel,”—

“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befell

And the place where it happened was big Bethel,”—

Great Cry and Little Woolor the leading Republicans described in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. B. B. 34½.)

“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask,Though mine is but a scurvy task”—

“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask,

Though mine is but a scurvy task”—

The Great Fast Day in the South: June 13th: by B. Orange county. (S. L. M. August, ’61.)

“From yonder high embattled groundsWhere Harper’s Ferry stands,”—

“From yonder high embattled grounds

Where Harper’s Ferry stands,”—

Greek Fire: or, The Siege of Charleston: By Eustanzia. New Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash’n 78.)

“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle!Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”—

“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle!

Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”—

Greeting for Victory: For theCourier: by C. G. P. Charleston, April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Carolinians, ye have answeredTo our Mother’s thrilling call,”—

“Carolinians, ye have answered

To our Mother’s thrilling call,”—

The Griffin: (Alsb.)

“’Tis said the Griffins of olden timeWere strange and monstrous creatures,”—

“’Tis said the Griffins of olden time

Were strange and monstrous creatures,”—

Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scouting parties of rebel partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 1864. (E. V. M. ’69 from the New YorkRound Table.)

“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout—Just after the midnight he stole out,”—

“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout—

Just after the midnight he stole out,”—

The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain,To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—

“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain,

To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—

The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which these stirring lines are read, to know that they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in Mss. through the courtesy of a returned prisoner.—RichmondExaminer.] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.)

“Awake and to horses! my brothers,For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—

“Awake and to horses! my brothers,

For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—

Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha!Air, “Ha! Ha! the wooing, ha!” by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, Ky. (S. O. S.)

“Kirby Smith came here to fight!Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”—

“Kirby Smith came here to fight!

Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”—

Happy Land of Canaan: (J. M. S.)

“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me longAll about the times we are gaining;”—

“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me long

All about the times we are gaining;”—

Happy Land of Canaan: A Texas Song. (Randolph.)

“Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for oddsWhen the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

“Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds

When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

Hardee’s Defense of Savannah: A Southern Ballad of the War. (R. B. B. 40.)

“Have you heard of the brave HardeeThe famous General Hardee?”—

“Have you heard of the brave Hardee

The famous General Hardee?”—

Hard Times: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Just listen awhile and give ear to my songConcerning this war, which will not take me long;”—

“Just listen awhile and give ear to my song

Concerning this war, which will not take me long;”—

Hark! The Summons: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. B. B. 41.)

“Hark! in the South the thundering drum,The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”—

“Hark! in the South the thundering drum,

The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”—

Hark! Hark! The War Bugle: Air, “Hark! Hark! the Soft Bugle:” (Randolph.)

“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum,Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”—

“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum,

Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”—

Harp of the South: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.)

“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strainThan ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”—

“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain

Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”—

Harp of the South, Awake!A Southern war song dedicated to Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by C. L. Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 1863. S. L. M. Editor’s Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.)

“Harp of the South awakeFrom every golden wire,”—

“Harp of the South awake

From every golden wire,”—

Headquarters in the Saddle: (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ placesWhere other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”—

“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ places

Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”—

Hearing Cannon: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I feel as though in my own coffin laid,Listening to the last office that is paid,”—

“I feel as though in my own coffin laid,

Listening to the last office that is paid,”—

The Heart of Louisiana: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the New OrleansDelta.)

“Oh let me weep while o’er our landVile discord strides, with sullen brow,”—

“Oh let me weep while o’er our land

Vile discord strides, with sullen brow,”—

Heart Victories: By a Soldier’s Wife. Front Royal, Virginia, Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (E. V. M.)

“There’s not a stately hall,There’s not a cottage fair,”—

“There’s not a stately hall,

There’s not a cottage fair,”—

He’ll See It When He Wakes: By Frank Lee. (Im.)

“Amid the clouds of battle smokeThe sun had died away,”—

“Amid the clouds of battle smoke

The sun had died away,”—

Here and There, A Contrast: (E. V. M. from TheSunny South.)

“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South,There’s hurrying to and fro,”—

“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South,

There’s hurrying to and fro,”—

Here’s Your Mule: (Alsb.)

“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell,Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”—

“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell,

Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”—

A Hero’s Daughter: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“She boasts no Amazonian charms,Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”—

“She boasts no Amazonian charms,

Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”—

The Hero’s Dream: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at Larmenesburg: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Weary from his long toilTo free his native land,”—

“Weary from his long toil

To free his native land,”—

The Hero Without A Name: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., also S. S. No. 7.)

“I loved when a child, to seek the pageWhere war’s proud tales are grandly told,”—

“I loved when a child, to seek the page

Where war’s proud tales are grandly told,”—

Hicksie: (Parody on “Dixie”.) (R. B. B. 66.)

“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks inCase things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”—

“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks in

Case things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”—

His Last Words: (W. G. S.)

“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees,And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”—

“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees,

And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”—

Holly and Cypress: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Merry old Christmas has come again,With plenty of pleasure,—naught of pain;”—

“Merry old Christmas has come again,

With plenty of pleasure,—naught of pain;”—

Home: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Composed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.)

“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breastAnd brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”—

“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast

And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”—

Home—After the War: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.)

“In the grassy lane as the sun went down,He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”—

“In the grassy lane as the sun went down,

He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”—

Home Again!By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.)

“Home again! Home again!From Lake Erie’s shore;”—

“Home again! Home again!

From Lake Erie’s shore;”—

Home Again: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. M.)

“My dear wife awaits my coming,My children lisp my name,”—

“My dear wife awaits my coming,

My children lisp my name,”—

Homespun: (Bohemian.)

“The air is balmy with the breathOf the early coming Spring,”—

“The air is balmy with the breath

Of the early coming Spring,”—

The Homespun Dress: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Carrie Bell Sinclair. (C. S. B.)

“Oh, yes I am a Southern girlAnd glory in the name,”—

“Oh, yes I am a Southern girl

And glory in the name,”—

Hood’s Old Brigade “On the March:”By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

“’Twas midnight when we built our fires—We marched at half-past three!”—

“’Twas midnight when we built our fires—

We marched at half-past three!”—

Hood’s Texas Brigade: (Alsb.)

“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning,Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”—

“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning,

Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”—

Horse-Marines at Galveston: Air, “The Barring of the Door.” (Alsb.)

“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon,Before the break of day, O,”—

“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon,

Before the break of day, O,”—

The Hour Before Execution: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remainsIs one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”—

“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains

Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”—

How McClellan Took Manassas: By Ole Napoleon. (West. Res.)

“Heard ye how the bold McClellan,(He, the wether with the bell on,)”—

“Heard ye how the bold McClellan,

(He, the wether with the bell on,)”—

How the Soldiers Talk: By Joseph Scrutchen, of Atlanta, Ga. (Im.)

“We have heard the Yankees yell,We have heard the Rebels shout,”—

“We have heard the Yankees yell,

We have heard the Rebels shout,”—

Hurrah!The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. Invincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mobile Register.)

“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States!With her banner of white, red and blue;”—

“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States!

With her banner of white, red and blue;”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Gum Tree Canoe.” (R. B. B. 22.)

“Our country now calls, we’re up and awayTo meet the vile Yankee in battle array”—

“Our country now calls, we’re up and away

To meet the vile Yankee in battle array”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:” by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.)

“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrahAnd hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”—

“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah

And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”—

Hurrah for the Red and White: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, “Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah!Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”—

“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah!

Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”—

Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins. (Wash’n 86.)

“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see,Far in the misty dawn,”—

“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see,

Far in the misty dawn,”—

Hurrah, My Brave Boys: (Randolph.)

“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife,Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”—

“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife,

Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”—

Hurrying On: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C. from the Charleston Mercury, also R. B. B. No. 3.)

“Hurrying on the midst of excitementPushing extravagant projects through”—

“Hurrying on the midst of excitement

Pushing extravagant projects through”—

Hymn for the South: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by Preston Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Koepper, to be published as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. (R. N. S.)

“Tho’ lone, how fair, how brightThou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”—

“Tho’ lone, how fair, how bright

Thou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”—

Hymn to the Dawn: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.)

“From an ominous rift in the pitiless skyThat has darkened our desolate land,”—

“From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky

That has darkened our desolate land,”—

Hymn to the National Flag: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“Float aloft, thou stainless banner,Azure cross and field of light,”—

“Float aloft, thou stainless banner,

Azure cross and field of light,”—

I Am Coming, Ella: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.)

“I am coming, Ella, coming,Though the moment still be far:”—

“I am coming, Ella, coming,

Though the moment still be far:”—

I Am Sick, Don’t Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor’s Certificate: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (West. Res.)

“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read,That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”—

“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read,

That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”—

I Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Five, I Will Make My Wife Stay At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea: Air, “I Wish My Wife Had No Crying Baby.” (West. Res.)

“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire,I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”—

“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire,

I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”—

The Icy Road to Niblet’s Bluff: Air, “Shiloh Hill:” by J. C. H., Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell,’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”—

“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell,

’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”—

If a Soldier Meet a Soldier: Air, “Coming Through the Rye:” by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.)

“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din,And the soldier kills the soldier,—surely ’tis no sin;”—

“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din,

And the soldier kills the soldier,—surely ’tis no sin;”—

If You Belong to Dixie’s Land: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” (R. B. B. 42.)

“To bring you this good news I’ve comeYou’ll always find yourself at home,”—

“To bring you this good news I’ve come

You’ll always find yourself at home,”—

If You Love Me: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)

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