“You are going to leave me, darling,Your country’s foes to fight;”—
“You are going to leave me, darling,Your country’s foes to fight;”—
“You are going to leave me, darling,Your country’s foes to fight;”—
“You are going to leave me, darling,
Your country’s foes to fight;”—
A Mother’s Prayer: (E. V. M.)
“Father, in the battle frayShelter his dear head, I pray!”—
“Father, in the battle frayShelter his dear head, I pray!”—
“Father, in the battle frayShelter his dear head, I pray!”—
“Father, in the battle fray
Shelter his dear head, I pray!”—
A Mother’s Prayer: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore, Friday Night, April 19th, 1861. (E. V. M., ’69.)
“God of Nations, God of Might,In the stillness of the night,”—
“God of Nations, God of Might,In the stillness of the night,”—
“God of Nations, God of Might,In the stillness of the night,”—
“God of Nations, God of Might,
In the stillness of the night,”—
The Mother’s Trust: By Mrs. G. A. H. McLeod. (S. S.)
“Far away are our beloved,Where resounds the battle cry;”—
“Far away are our beloved,Where resounds the battle cry;”—
“Far away are our beloved,Where resounds the battle cry;”—
“Far away are our beloved,
Where resounds the battle cry;”—
Mumford, the Martyr of New Orleans: By Ina M. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)
“Where murdered Mumford liesBewailed in bitter sighs,”—
“Where murdered Mumford liesBewailed in bitter sighs,”—
“Where murdered Mumford liesBewailed in bitter sighs,”—
“Where murdered Mumford lies
Bewailed in bitter sighs,”—
Munson’s Hill: Air, “Call me Pet Names.” (R. B. B., 88.)
“Oh call us hard names, call us mere toolsIn the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—
“Oh call us hard names, call us mere toolsIn the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—
“Oh call us hard names, call us mere toolsIn the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—
“Oh call us hard names, call us mere tools
In the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—
Music in Camp: By John R. Thompson. (C. S. B., from the LouisvilleJournal.)
“Two armies covered hill and plain,Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—
“Two armies covered hill and plain,Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—
“Two armies covered hill and plain,Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—
“Two armies covered hill and plain,
Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—
My Dream: By L. F. East Baton Rouge, November 7, 1861. (R. R.)
“Lo! in my dream I saw the doveJust hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—
“Lo! in my dream I saw the doveJust hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—
“Lo! in my dream I saw the doveJust hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—
“Lo! in my dream I saw the dove
Just hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—
My Father: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.)
“As die the embers on the hearthAnd o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—
“As die the embers on the hearthAnd o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—
“As die the embers on the hearthAnd o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—
“As die the embers on the hearth
And o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—
My Friend: To Infedelia: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A. prisoner of war at Camp Chase, December 1861. (C. C.)
“Your letter came, but came too late,For Heaven had claimed its own,”—
“Your letter came, but came too late,For Heaven had claimed its own,”—
“Your letter came, but came too late,For Heaven had claimed its own,”—
“Your letter came, but came too late,
For Heaven had claimed its own,”—
My God, What is All This For?Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B.)
“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,Brother against brother rise:”—
“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,Brother against brother rise:”—
“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,Brother against brother rise:”—
“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,
Brother against brother rise:”—
My Little Volunteer: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.)
“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—
“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—
“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—
“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?
As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—
My Love: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.)
“My love is the fairest,The sweetest, the dearest,”—
“My love is the fairest,The sweetest, the dearest,”—
“My love is the fairest,The sweetest, the dearest,”—
“My love is the fairest,
The sweetest, the dearest,”—
My Maryland: By James R. Randall. Written at Point Coupee, La. April 26, 1861. First published in the New OrleansDelta. (W. G. S.)
“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—
“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—
“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—
“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—
My Mother Church: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“My Mother Church, on thee I call!Although my home in ruins fall,”—
“My Mother Church, on thee I call!Although my home in ruins fall,”—
“My Mother Church, on thee I call!Although my home in ruins fall,”—
“My Mother Church, on thee I call!
Although my home in ruins fall,”—
My Mother-Land: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)
“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—
“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—
“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—
“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to fling
Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—
My Native Land: December, 1864. (W. L.)
“Where is my Native Land?Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—
“Where is my Native Land?Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—
“Where is my Native Land?Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—
“Where is my Native Land?
Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—
My Native Land: (Randolph.)
“Land of the South! imperial land!How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—
“Land of the South! imperial land!How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—
“Land of the South! imperial land!How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—
“Land of the South! imperial land!
How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—
My Noble Warrior, Come!Air, “The Rock Beside the Sea.” By Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.)
“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—
“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—
“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—
“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,
While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—
My Only Boy: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.)
“O, let me weep! who would not weep?He was my only boy;”—
“O, let me weep! who would not weep?He was my only boy;”—
“O, let me weep! who would not weep?He was my only boy;”—
“O, let me weep! who would not weep?
He was my only boy;”—
My Order: By W. Gordon McCabe: Richmond, Va. First published in S. L. M., May, 1863, “Chats Over My Pipe.” (E. V. M.)
“This flower has set me adreaming,Of the future for you and for me,”—
“This flower has set me adreaming,Of the future for you and for me,”—
“This flower has set me adreaming,Of the future for you and for me,”—
“This flower has set me adreaming,
Of the future for you and for me,”—
My Prison Drear: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi. (Sunny.)
“Alas, how slow the moments go,As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—
“Alas, how slow the moments go,As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—
“Alas, how slow the moments go,As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—
“Alas, how slow the moments go,
As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—
My Soldier: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’62)
“Is my darling sadly dreaming,On his lonely watch tonight,”—
“Is my darling sadly dreaming,On his lonely watch tonight,”—
“Is my darling sadly dreaming,On his lonely watch tonight,”—
“Is my darling sadly dreaming,
On his lonely watch tonight,”—
My Soldier Boy: By T. E. Grayson, near Benton, Mississippi, October 1861. (Im.)
“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—
“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—
“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—
“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,
Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—
My Soldier Boy: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina. (Amaranth.)
“The winter night is dark and chill,The winter rains the trenches fill;”—
“The winter night is dark and chill,The winter rains the trenches fill;”—
“The winter night is dark and chill,The winter rains the trenches fill;”—
“The winter night is dark and chill,
The winter rains the trenches fill;”—
My Southern Home (Psalm CXXVII): By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.)
“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—
“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—
“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—
“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,
As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—
My Southern Land: Dedicated to the Widow of Stonewall Jackson. Air, “My Maryland.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)
“On the crimson battle field,Southern land, my Southern land,”—
“On the crimson battle field,Southern land, my Southern land,”—
“On the crimson battle field,Southern land, my Southern land,”—
“On the crimson battle field,
Southern land, my Southern land,”—
My Texas Land: Air, “My Maryland.” By D. W. M. (Alsb.)
“The Yankees are upon thy coast,Texas land, my Texas land!”—
“The Yankees are upon thy coast,Texas land, my Texas land!”—
“The Yankees are upon thy coast,Texas land, my Texas land!”—
“The Yankees are upon thy coast,
Texas land, my Texas land!”—
My Warrior Boy: (Im.)
“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,To battle with the brave,”—
“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,To battle with the brave,”—
“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,To battle with the brave,”—
“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,
To battle with the brave,”—
National Hymn: By Capt. E. Griswold. (Fag.)
“Now let the thrilling anthem riseO’er all the glorious land,”—
“Now let the thrilling anthem riseO’er all the glorious land,”—
“Now let the thrilling anthem riseO’er all the glorious land,”—
“Now let the thrilling anthem rise
O’er all the glorious land,”—
National Song—The Magnolia: By Albert Pike. (Im.)
“What, what is the true Southern symbolThe symbol of Honor and Right;”—
“What, what is the true Southern symbolThe symbol of Honor and Right;”—
“What, what is the true Southern symbolThe symbol of Honor and Right;”—
“What, what is the true Southern symbol
The symbol of Honor and Right;”—
Navasota Volunteers: Air, “Susannah, don’t you cry.” By William Neely, of Durant’s Cavalry. (Alsb.)
“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—
“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—
“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—
“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,
O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—
Nay, Keep the Sword: By Carrie Clifford. (W. G. S.)
“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,A token of our trust in thee;”—
“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,A token of our trust in thee;”—
“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,A token of our trust in thee;”—
“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,
A token of our trust in thee;”—
The New Ballad of Lord Lovell: (R. N. S., from the New OrleansDelta.)
“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—
“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—
“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—
“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,
In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—
A New Excelsior: By Mary I. Upshur. (S. L. M., November, 1861.)
“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sunAnd greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—
“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sunAnd greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—
“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sunAnd greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—
“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sun
And greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—
The New Fashion: Air, “Rory O’Moore.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—
“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—
“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—
“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,
Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—
A New Red, White and Blue: Written for a Lady: by Jeff. Thompson. (A. R.)
“Missouri is the pride of the nation,The hope of the brave and the free”—
“Missouri is the pride of the nation,The hope of the brave and the free”—
“Missouri is the pride of the nation,The hope of the brave and the free”—
“Missouri is the pride of the nation,
The hope of the brave and the free”—
The New Star: (Same asHail to the South): By B. M. Anderson. S. L. M., April, 1861. (W. G. S.)
“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—
“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—
“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—
“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;
Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—
The Next Time That Bragg Comes This Way: By Kentucky, November 27, 1864. (S. O. S.)
“The next time that Bragg comes this wayI hope that he will come to stay,”—
“The next time that Bragg comes this wayI hope that he will come to stay,”—
“The next time that Bragg comes this wayI hope that he will come to stay,”—
“The next time that Bragg comes this way
I hope that he will come to stay,”—
Niggers in Convention: Sumner’s Speech: (R. B. B. 88.)
“Welcome my bredren here you isI greets you wid delight”—
“Welcome my bredren here you isI greets you wid delight”—
“Welcome my bredren here you isI greets you wid delight”—
“Welcome my bredren here you is
I greets you wid delight”—
Nil Desperandum—To the Southern Soldier: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, January 18th, 1864. (E. V. M.)
“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—
“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—
“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—
“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;
Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—
Nil Desperandum: Inscribed to our Soldier Boys: by Ada Rose. Pine Bluff, Arkansas. March 10th, 1862. (R. N. S. from the MemphisAvalanche.)
“The Yankee hosts are coming,With their glittering rows of steel,”—
“The Yankee hosts are coming,With their glittering rows of steel,”—
“The Yankee hosts are coming,With their glittering rows of steel,”—
“The Yankee hosts are coming,
With their glittering rows of steel,”—
Nil Desperandum: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)
“Yield! never! while a footholdIs left on Southern soil”—
“Yield! never! while a footholdIs left on Southern soil”—
“Yield! never! while a footholdIs left on Southern soil”—
“Yield! never! while a foothold
Is left on Southern soil”—
The 9th of April, 1865: From the London Spectator. (C. S. B.)
“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—
“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—
“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—
“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,
The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—
No Land Like Ours: By J. R. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)
“Though other lands may boast of skiesFar deeper in their blue,”—
“Though other lands may boast of skiesFar deeper in their blue,”—
“Though other lands may boast of skiesFar deeper in their blue,”—
“Though other lands may boast of skies
Far deeper in their blue,”—
No Surrender: Published by Geo. Dunn and Co., Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)
“Ever constant, ever true,Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—
“Ever constant, ever true,Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—
“Ever constant, ever true,Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—
“Ever constant, ever true,
Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—
No Union Men: By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)
“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,As well might ye hope to bind”—
“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,As well might ye hope to bind”—
“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,As well might ye hope to bind”—
“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,
As well might ye hope to bind”—
North Carolina Call to Arms: Air, “The Old North State:” by Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. (R. R.)
“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—
“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—
“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—
“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,
The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—
North Carolina’s War Song: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (R. R.)
“We leave our pleasant homesteads,We leave our smiling farms,”—
“We leave our pleasant homesteads,We leave our smiling farms,”—
“We leave our pleasant homesteads,We leave our smiling farms,”—
“We leave our pleasant homesteads,
We leave our smiling farms,”—
A Northern Mother After a Battle: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—
“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—
“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—
“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!
There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—
Not Doubtful of Your Fatherland!(W. S. G. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“Not doubtful of your fatherlandOr of the God who gave it”—
“Not doubtful of your fatherlandOr of the God who gave it”—
“Not doubtful of your fatherlandOr of the God who gave it”—
“Not doubtful of your fatherland
Or of the God who gave it”—
Notice to the North!(R. N. S., fromCharivari. December 7, 1861.)
“Yankees beware! we are averse,But not afraid to fight,”—
“Yankees beware! we are averse,But not afraid to fight,”—
“Yankees beware! we are averse,But not afraid to fight,”—
“Yankees beware! we are averse,
But not afraid to fight,”—
Now’s the Day, and Now’s the Hour!Inscribed to Lt. Col. J. W. Bowles, 2nd Reg. Kentucky Cavalry by request of a friend of his boyhood. Air, “Bruce’s Address,” some lines of it retained by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,Where the bravest men have led”—
“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,Where the bravest men have led”—
“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,Where the bravest men have led”—
“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,
Where the bravest men have led”—
Nuts to Crack for Uncle Sam: By Janet Hamilton. Langloan. (W. L.)
“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—
“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—
“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—
“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,
For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—
The Oath for Liberty: By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)
“Only one oath may the freeman take,To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—
“Only one oath may the freeman take,To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—
“Only one oath may the freeman take,To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—
“Only one oath may the freeman take,
To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—
The Obsequies of Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (S. S.)
“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—
“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—
“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—
“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,
Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—
Ode to a Body Louse: By F. B. In the field near Marietta, Georgia, June 15, 1864. (W. F.)
“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarmsAnd waste their breath;”—
“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarmsAnd waste their breath;”—
“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarmsAnd waste their breath;”—
“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarms
And waste their breath;”—
The Officer’s Funeral: (J. M. S.)
“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,It pierceth the soft summer air!”—
“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,It pierceth the soft summer air!”—
“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,It pierceth the soft summer air!”—
“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,
It pierceth the soft summer air!”—
Officers of Dixie: By a Growler: (Alsb.)
“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,Something that the South should hear, sir,”—
“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,Something that the South should hear, sir,”—
“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,Something that the South should hear, sir,”—
“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,
Something that the South should hear, sir,”—
Oh! Abraham, Resign!By a New Contributor. (R. B. B. 57.)
“The days are growing shorter,The sun has crossed the line,”—
“The days are growing shorter,The sun has crossed the line,”—
“The days are growing shorter,The sun has crossed the line,”—
“The days are growing shorter,
The sun has crossed the line,”—
Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy!By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia. (Cav.)
“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, goneTo battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—
“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, goneTo battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—
“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, goneTo battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—
“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, gone
To battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—
Oh, He’s Nothing But a Soldier: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By A. Young Rebelle, Esq. (Im.)
“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,But he’s coming here tonight”—
“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,But he’s coming here tonight”—
“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,But he’s coming here tonight”—
“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,
But he’s coming here tonight”—
Oh, Jeff, Why Don’t You Come?Air, “Willie We Have Missed You.” (R. B. B. 80).
“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—
“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—
“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—
“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!
We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—
Oh! No, he’ll Not Need Them Again: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, of Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.)
“Oh! no, he’ll not need them againNo more will he wake to behold”—
“Oh! no, he’ll not need them againNo more will he wake to behold”—
“Oh! no, he’ll not need them againNo more will he wake to behold”—
“Oh! no, he’ll not need them again
No more will he wake to behold”—
Old Abe Lincoln: (R. B. B. 58.)
“My name it is Abe LincolnI lead a wretched life”—
“My name it is Abe LincolnI lead a wretched life”—
“My name it is Abe LincolnI lead a wretched life”—
“My name it is Abe Lincoln
I lead a wretched life”—
Old Abe’s Lament: Air, “The Campbells are Coming.” (R. B. B. 57.)
“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—
“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—
“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—
“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!
Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—
Old Betsy: By John Killum. (W. G. S.)
“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—
“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—
“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—
“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,
Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—
The Old Brigade—Virginia’s 1st-7th-11th and 17th: by Maurice D’Bell. (E. V. M.)
“Behold yon throng of heroes!Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—
“Behold yon throng of heroes!Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—
“Behold yon throng of heroes!Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—
“Behold yon throng of heroes!
Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—
Old Dixie’s Soldiers: By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia. (Cav.)
“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—
“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—
“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—
“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,
Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—
Old Jim Ford: Air, “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (Alsb.)
“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—
“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—
“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—
“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,
I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—
Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man: (Wash’n, unclassified Mss.)
“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—
“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—
“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—
“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,
It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—
The Old Mammy’s Lament for Her Young Master: By Hermine. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)
“My dear young massa’s gone to war,Gone from missus, home, and me”—
“My dear young massa’s gone to war,Gone from missus, home, and me”—
“My dear young massa’s gone to war,Gone from missus, home, and me”—
“My dear young massa’s gone to war,
Gone from missus, home, and me”—
Old Moultrie: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)
“The splendor falls on bannered walls,Old Moultrie, great in story”—
“The splendor falls on bannered walls,Old Moultrie, great in story”—
“The splendor falls on bannered walls,Old Moultrie, great in story”—
“The splendor falls on bannered walls,
Old Moultrie, great in story”—
The Old Negro at Calhoun’s Grave: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Who comes with tottering step and slow,Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—
“Who comes with tottering step and slow,Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—
“Who comes with tottering step and slow,Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—
“Who comes with tottering step and slow,
Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—
The Old Rifleman: By Frank O. Ticknor, M. D., of Georgia. (R. R.)
“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!My pouch and powder, too!”—
“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!My pouch and powder, too!”—
“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!My pouch and powder, too!”—
“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!
My pouch and powder, too!”—
The Old Sergeant: (B. E., First appeared as the Carrier’s New Year Address of the LouisvilleCourier-Journal, 1863.)
“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—
“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—
“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—
“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—
“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—
“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—
“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—
“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—
Old Stonewall: By C. D. Dasher. (Fag.)
“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—
“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—
“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—
“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,
Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—
An Old Texian’s Appeal: By Reuben E. Brown. (Alsb.)
“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—
“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—
“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—
“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—
Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—
On! Advance!By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)
“Esperance!On! advance!Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—
“Esperance!On! advance!Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—
“Esperance!On! advance!Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—
“Esperance!
On! advance!
Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—
On a Raid: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, 1862. (E. V. M.)
“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—
“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—
“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—
“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!
For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—
On Ash Wednesday, 1862: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;A little while, my soul, be done”—
“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;A little while, my soul, be done”—
“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;A little while, my soul, be done”—
“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;
A little while, my soul, be done”—
On Guard: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. by Wallace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. B. M., 1864.)
“At dead of night when on my beat,And naught but darkness meets my view,”—
“At dead of night when on my beat,And naught but darkness meets my view,”—
“At dead of night when on my beat,And naught but darkness meets my view,”—
“At dead of night when on my beat,
And naught but darkness meets my view,”—
On Reading a Proclamation for Public Prayer: Sonnet: by South Carolinian: (W. G. S.)
“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,These advertised humilities, decreed”—
“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,These advertised humilities, decreed”—
“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,These advertised humilities, decreed”—
“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,
These advertised humilities, decreed”—
On! Southron, On!By W. B. L. (R. R.)
“On! Southron, on!Your flag’s unfurled”—
“On! Southron, on!Your flag’s unfurled”—
“On! Southron, on!Your flag’s unfurled”—
“On! Southron, on!
Your flag’s unfurled”—
On the Death of Brig.-General Charles H. Winder, of Maryland: Killed by a cannon shot in battle of Slaughter’s Mountain, Virginia, June 9, 1862. By J. R. Trimble, Major General C. S. A., Johnston’s Island. September, 1864. (W. L.)
“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,We pause to count the cost;”—
“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,We pause to count the cost;”—
“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,We pause to count the cost;”—
“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,
We pause to count the cost;”—
On the Death of General Stonewall Jackson: By Lillian Rosell Messenger, Tuscumbia, Alabama. May 13th, 1863. (Im.)
“The leaf has perished in the green;And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—
“The leaf has perished in the green;And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—
“The leaf has perished in the green;And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—
“The leaf has perished in the green;
And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—
On the Death of Lieut.-General Jackson: A Dirge: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)
“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,In the zenith of thy fame”—
“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,In the zenith of thy fame”—
“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,In the zenith of thy fame”—
“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,
In the zenith of thy fame”—
On the Flank: By R. B. Witter, Jr. (S. L. M., May ’63.)
“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—
“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—
“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—
“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,
Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—
On the Heights of Mission Ridge: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)
“When the foes, in conflict heated,Battled over road and bridge,”—
“When the foes, in conflict heated,Battled over road and bridge,”—
“When the foes, in conflict heated,Battled over road and bridge,”—
“When the foes, in conflict heated,
Battled over road and bridge,”—
On to Glory: (J. M. S.)
“Sons of freedom, on to glory,Go where brave men do or die:”—
“Sons of freedom, on to glory,Go where brave men do or die:”—
“Sons of freedom, on to glory,Go where brave men do or die:”—
“Sons of freedom, on to glory,
Go where brave men do or die:”—
On to Richmond: After Southey’sMarch to Moscow: by John R. Thompson of Virginia. (E. V. M. from theRichmond Whig.)
“Major General ScottAn order had gotTo push on the column to Richmond,”—
“Major General ScottAn order had gotTo push on the column to Richmond,”—
“Major General ScottAn order had gotTo push on the column to Richmond,”—
“Major General Scott
An order had got
To push on the column to Richmond,”—
On to the Battle: By Miss Marie E. Jones. (Alsb.)
“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—
“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—
“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—
“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,
Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—
One Cause of the War: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“The man who trusts not God betrays himselfWeak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—
“The man who trusts not God betrays himselfWeak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—
“The man who trusts not God betrays himselfWeak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—
“The man who trusts not God betrays himself
Weak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—
Only a Common Soldier: Confederate States Almanac, 1862, (N. Y. P. L.)
“He was only a common soldier,But a monarch proud and grand”—
“He was only a common soldier,But a monarch proud and grand”—
“He was only a common soldier,But a monarch proud and grand”—
“He was only a common soldier,
But a monarch proud and grand”—
Only a Soldier: By Major Lamar Fontaine. (Fag.)
“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,With a heavy heart I turned away,”—
“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,With a heavy heart I turned away,”—
“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,With a heavy heart I turned away,”—
“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,
With a heavy heart I turned away,”—
Only a Soldier’s Grave: By S. A. Jones. Aberdeen, Mississippi. (W. G. S.)
“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—
“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—
“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—
“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,
For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—
Only One Fell: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—
“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—
“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—
“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,
‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—
Only One Killed: By Julia L. Keyes, Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the SouthernField and Fireside.)
“Only one killed in company B’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—
“Only one killed in company B’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—
“Only one killed in company B’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—
“Only one killed in company B
’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—
O Here’s to the Soldier So Gay: By Captain M. G. Davidson, of Gen. M. L. Smith’s Signal Corps. (Alsb.)
“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—
“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—
“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—
“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,
With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—
O! I’m a Good Old Rebel: Respectfully dedicated to Thad. Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry Allen, Washington Artillery, New Orleans, La. (C. C.)
“O! I’m a good old RebelNow that’s just what I am”—
“O! I’m a good old RebelNow that’s just what I am”—
“O! I’m a good old RebelNow that’s just what I am”—
“O! I’m a good old Rebel
Now that’s just what I am”—
O Johnny Bull, My Jo John: Air, “John Anderson, my Jo.” (R. R.)
“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—
“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—
“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—
“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,
By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—
O Lovely Dixie’s Land: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. (R. B. B. 90.)
“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,Where fruits and flowers grow;”—
“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,Where fruits and flowers grow;”—
“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,Where fruits and flowers grow;”—
“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,
Where fruits and flowers grow;”—
O, Sweet South: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January, 1861.) (R. R.)
“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—
“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—
“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—
“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!
Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—
O, Tempora! O, Mores!By John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury, 1864.)
“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongueTo one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—
“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongueTo one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—
“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongueTo one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—
“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongue
To one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—
The Ordered Away: Dedicated to the Oglethorpe and Walker Light Infantry, Atlanta, Ga. By Mrs. J. J. Jacobus. April 2, 1861. (R. R.)
“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,The people all march in a mass,”—
“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,The people all march in a mass,”—
“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,The people all march in a mass,”—
“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,
The people all march in a mass,”—
Our Braves in Virginia: Air, “Dixie Land.” (R. R.)
“We have ridden from the brave SouthwestOn fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—
“We have ridden from the brave SouthwestOn fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—
“We have ridden from the brave SouthwestOn fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—
“We have ridden from the brave Southwest
On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—
Our Boys Are Gone: Air, “The Minstrel Boy:” by Col. Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)
“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—
“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—
“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—
“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,
In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—
Our Cause: (C. C.)
“Oh, story long and sad to tell,Of how we fought and how we fell,”—
“Oh, story long and sad to tell,Of how we fought and how we fell,”—
“Oh, story long and sad to tell,Of how we fought and how we fell,”—
“Oh, story long and sad to tell,
Of how we fought and how we fell,”—
Our Cherished Dead: (E. V. M.)
“What tho’ no stately column,Their cherished names may raise:”—
“What tho’ no stately column,Their cherished names may raise:”—
“What tho’ no stately column,Their cherished names may raise:”—
“What tho’ no stately column,
Their cherished names may raise:”—
Our Chief: By the author of “Southrons” [Mrs. C. A. Warfield.] Beechmore, January 10, 1866. (E. V. M.)
“No! not forgotten, though the hallsOf state no more behold him,”—
“No! not forgotten, though the hallsOf state no more behold him,”—
“No! not forgotten, though the hallsOf state no more behold him,”—
“No! not forgotten, though the halls
Of state no more behold him,”—
Our Christmas Hymn: By John Dickson Bruns, M. D., Charleston, South Carolina. (W. G. S.)
“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’The burden of the Advent song,”—
“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’The burden of the Advent song,”—
“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’The burden of the Advent song,”—
“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’
The burden of the Advent song,”—
Our City by the Sea: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.):
“Our city by the seaAs the rebel city known”—
“Our city by the seaAs the rebel city known”—
“Our city by the seaAs the rebel city known”—
“Our city by the sea
As the rebel city known”—
Our Confederate Dead: What the heart of a young girl said to the dead soldier: by a Lady of Augusta, Georgia. (W. G. S.)
“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreatheFor you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—
“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreatheFor you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—
“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreatheFor you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—
“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe
For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—
Our “Cottage By the Sea:”Lines written in Fort Lafayette by a Prisoner. (E. V. M.)
“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,And ’tis not so, you see,”—
“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,And ’tis not so, you see,”—
“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,And ’tis not so, you see,”—
“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,
And ’tis not so, you see,”—
Our Country’s Call: By H. Walter. (Randolph.)
“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—
“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—
“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—
“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,
Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—
Our Dead: By Col. A. M. Hobby. GalvestonNews, Texas. Jan., 1866. (E. V. M.)