Chapter 23

“The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet,Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat,”—

“The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet,

Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat,”—

A Richmond Heroine: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“A pretty girl, through whose soft hairDaintily played warm Southern air,”—

“A pretty girl, through whose soft hair

Daintily played warm Southern air,”—

Richmond is a Hard Road to Travel: Air, “Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel.” Dedicated to General A. E. Burnside. (C. S. B.)

“Would you like to hear my song—I’m afraid it’s rather long,Of the famous ‘On to Richmond’ double trouble;”—

“Would you like to hear my song—I’m afraid it’s rather long,

Of the famous ‘On to Richmond’ double trouble;”—

Richmond on the James: By Anna Marie Welby, Louisville, Kentucky, July, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field,When the battle’s shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;”—

“A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field,

When the battle’s shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;”—

Riding a Raid: Air, “Bonny Dundee.” (E. V. M.)

“’Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:”—

“’Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,

And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:”—

Rode’s Brigade Charge at Seven Pines: By W. P. C., of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning,Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—

“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning,

Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—

Root Hog or Die: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.)

“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss,Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—

“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss,

Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—

A Rumor of Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air;I do not breathe so heavily,”—

“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air;

I do not breathe so heavily,”—

Rum Raid at Velasco: Air, “Dixie.” By Waul’s Legion, written by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.)

“One night when we were getting dry,A little old whiskey was the cry:”—

“One night when we were getting dry,

A little old whiskey was the cry:”—

The Run from Manassas Junction: (P. P. B.)

“Yankee Doodle went to warOn his little pony”—

“Yankee Doodle went to war

On his little pony”—

Run Yanks, or Die!Air, “Root Hog, or Die.” By T. W. Crowson. (Alsb.)

“Now if you all will listen while I relateAbout the cause of Freedom you’re here to calculate:”—

“Now if you all will listen while I relate

About the cause of Freedom you’re here to calculate:”—

Sabbath Bells: (E. V. M. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Those Sabbath bells! Those Sabbath bells!No more their soothing music tells.”—

“Those Sabbath bells! Those Sabbath bells!

No more their soothing music tells.”—

Sabine Pass: Dedicated to the Davis Guards—the Living and the Dead. By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)

“Sabine Pass in letters of goldSeem written upon the sky today”—

“Sabine Pass in letters of gold

Seem written upon the sky today”—

Sacrifice: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Another victim to the sacrifice!Oh! my own mother South,”—

“Another victim to the sacrifice!

Oh! my own mother South,”—

St. John, the Baptist, Patron of South Carolina: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Eternal glory to our patron saint”—

The Salkehatchie: Written when a garrison at or near Salkehatchie Bridge were threatening a raid up in the Fort of Big and Little Salkehatchie. By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)

“The crystal streams, the pearly streams,The streams in sunbeams flashing,”—

“The crystal streams, the pearly streams,

The streams in sunbeams flashing,”—

The Santa Fe Volunteer: Air, “Mary’s Dream.” (Alsb.)

“O when I went away from you, it filled my heart with grief and woe;You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:”—

“O when I went away from you, it filled my heart with grief and woe;

You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:”—

The Saucy Little Turtle: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” (R. B. B., 99.)

“Down in Mississippi river,The other day,”—

“Down in Mississippi river,

The other day,”—

Savannah: By Alethea S. Burroughs. (W. G. S.)

“Thou hast not drooped thy stately head,Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed”—

“Thou hast not drooped thy stately head,

Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed”—

Savannah Fallen: By Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S.)

“Bowing her head to the dust of the earth,Smitten and stricken is she,”—

“Bowing her head to the dust of the earth,

Smitten and stricken is she,”—

Scenes: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“Oh, God! if gifted with an angel’s flight,And somewhat of an angel’s mystic sight,”—

“Oh, God! if gifted with an angel’s flight,

And somewhat of an angel’s mystic sight,”—

Scene in a Country Hospital: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth, from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“Here, lonely, wounded and apart,From out my casement’s glimmering round,”—

“Here, lonely, wounded and apart,

From out my casement’s glimmering round,”—

The Sea-Kings of the South: By Edward C. Bruce, of Winchester, Virginia. (W. G. S. from the RichmondSentinel, March 30, 1863.)

“Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won,From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston”—

“Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won,

From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston”—

Sea-Weeds: Written in Exile: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (W. G. S.)

“Friend of the thoughtful mind and gentle heart!Beneath the citron-tree”—

“Friend of the thoughtful mind and gentle heart!

Beneath the citron-tree”—

Secession, or Uncle Sam’s Troublesome Daughters: 1862. (C. C.)

“Waking up one lovely morning,In the Autumn’s rarest prime”—

“Waking up one lovely morning,

In the Autumn’s rarest prime”—

Semmes’ Sword: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. Beechmore, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Into the sea he hurled it,Into the weltering sea,”—

“Into the sea he hurled it,

Into the weltering sea,”—

The Sentinel: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862. (Bohemian.)

“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit,And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—

“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit,

And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—

The Sentinel’s Dream of Home: By Col. A. M. Hobby, Galveston, February 1, 1864. (Alsb.)

“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillnessof the air,The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—

“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillness

of the air,

The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—

The Sentinel’s Reverie: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. Petersburg, March 25, 1863. (S. L. M., April, ’63.)

“I face my dull round by the bank of the river,About me the night, and before me the foe;”—

“I face my dull round by the bank of the river,

About me the night, and before me the foe;”—

Sentry’s Call: “Half-past ten o’clock and all is well!” By W. L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson’s Island, 1865. (W. L.)

“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious,Gains her way with subtle power,”—

“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious,

Gains her way with subtle power,”—

The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts: Respectfully dedicated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.)

“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying,Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—

“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying,

Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—

1776-1861: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (E. V. M.)

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,

From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—

Seventy-Six and Sixty-One: By John W. Overall, of Louisiana. (W. G. S.)

“Ye spirits of the glorious dead!Ye watchers in the sky!”—

“Ye spirits of the glorious dead!

Ye watchers in the sky!”—

Shades of Our Fathers: An Ode. By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

“Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be,That we whose sires were ever free,”—

“Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be,

That we whose sires were ever free,”—

Shell the City! Shell!By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Shell the city! shell!Ye myrmidons of Hell;”—

“Shell the city! shell!

Ye myrmidons of Hell;”—

The Shenandoah Sufferers: By A Voice from New England. A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earthWhen beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth”—

“The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earth

When beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth”—

Shermanized: By L. Virginia French. (E. V. M.)

“In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day,’Mid the raging of the conflict, ’mid the thunder of the fray,”—

“In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day,

’Mid the raging of the conflict, ’mid the thunder of the fray,”—

Sherman’s Bummers: Parody on the “Knickerbocker Line” and respectfully dedicated to the Bummers of Sherman’s Army. By H. H. C., 6th No. V. V. I. (R. B. B., 98.)

“Come listen to my good old Song,About a Bum m-e-r”—

“Come listen to my good old Song,

About a Bum m-e-r”—

Shiloh!Louisiana, June, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Night brooded o’er the Federal camp,And the breeze blew soft and free,”—

“Night brooded o’er the Federal camp,

And the breeze blew soft and free,”—

Shiloh: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the RichmondEnquirer.)

“Golden lights on the purple hills,A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—

“Golden lights on the purple hills,

A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—

The Ship of State: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Here lie the peril and necessityThat need a race of giants—a great realm”—

“Here lie the peril and necessity

That need a race of giants—a great realm”—

The Ship of State: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)

“A good ship o’er a stormy sea,Before the gale is driving,”—

“A good ship o’er a stormy sea,

Before the gale is driving,”—

Short Rations: A Song—dedicated to the Cornfed Army of Tennessee. In the field near Dalton, Georgia. December 22, 1863. (W. F.)

“Fair ladies and maids of all ages,Little girls and cadets howe’er youthful”—

“Fair ladies and maids of all ages,

Little girls and cadets howe’er youthful”—

Shot!By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O Brain, come quickly with your art,Show me some scenes to calm my heart,”—

“O Brain, come quickly with your art,

Show me some scenes to calm my heart,”—

Shot through the Heart: By Ina M. Porter. (B. E.)

“Across the brown and wintry morn,Borne on the soft wind’s wing,”—

“Across the brown and wintry morn,

Borne on the soft wind’s wing,”—

Sic Semper: By a Virginian. (R. B. B., 98.)

“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits,And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—

“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits,

And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—

Sic Semper Tyrannis: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow,Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—

“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow,

Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—

Sic Semper Tyrranis!By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Oct., ’61.)

“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forthHis minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—

“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forth

His minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—

Silence: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“There’s silence in the prison,There’s silence on the shore,”—

“There’s silence in the prison,

There’s silence on the shore,”—

The Silent March: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.):

“O’ercome with weariness and careThe war-worn veteran lay,”—

“O’ercome with weariness and care

The war-worn veteran lay,”—

The Single Star and The Palmetto Banner: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Alone the single starOf our clear state is gleaming,”—

“Alone the single star

Of our clear state is gleaming,”—

Slap: By Klubs (James R. Randall). (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, 1862, from the New OrleansDeltaof 1861.)

“Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl,And click the festal glasses, oh!”—

“Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl,

And click the festal glasses, oh!”—

The Soldier: (Army.)

“’Tis not on the battle fieldThat I would wish to die,”—

“’Tis not on the battle field

That I would wish to die,”—

Soldier, I Stay to Pray for Thee: By J. S. Thorrington. (Fag.)

“Lady, I go to fight for thee,Where gory banners wave,”—

“Lady, I go to fight for thee,

Where gory banners wave,”—

The Soldier in the Rain: By Julia L. Keyes. (W. G. S., from thePatriot and Mountaineer.)

“Ah me! the rain has a sadder soundThan it ever had before,”—

“Ah me! the rain has a sadder sound

Than it ever had before,”—

A Soldier-Name Unknown: By F. B., Atlanta, August 19, 1864. (W. F.)

“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalationsItself must exhaust in the end;”—

“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations

Itself must exhaust in the end;”—

The Soldier of the Cross: Suggested by Bishop Polk’s appointment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the SavannahNews.)

“Down from the hill where earthly drossNe’er stained the sacred feet,”—

“Down from the hill where earthly dross

Ne’er stained the sacred feet,”—

The Soldier Who Died Today: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“Only a humble cartThreading the careless crowd,”—

“Only a humble cart

Threading the careless crowd,”—

The Soldier’s Amen: (Alsb.)

“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day,Said one to the other, ‘Let’s kneel down and pray’!”—

“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day,

Said one to the other, ‘Let’s kneel down and pray’!”—

The Soldier’s Battle Prayer: (Selected.) (S. L. M., April, ’62.)

“Father, I trust thee!Life, was thy gift, thou can’st now shield it,”—

“Father, I trust thee!

Life, was thy gift, thou can’st now shield it,”—

Soldier’s Dear Old Home: By Rev. Mr. Joyce, Chaplain Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)

“We are a band of brothers,Wild and fearless will we roam”—

“We are a band of brothers,

Wild and fearless will we roam”—

The Soldier’s Death: By A. B. Cunningham. (Alsb.)

“The night cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain,And the blast howl’d sadly o’er wounded and slain,”—

“The night cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain,

And the blast howl’d sadly o’er wounded and slain,”—

A Soldier’s Dream: (C. S. B.)

“Last night as I toastedMy wet feet and roasted”—

“Last night as I toasted

My wet feet and roasted”—

The Soldier’s Dream: (Lee)

“Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr’d,And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,”—

“Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr’d,

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,”—

Soldier’s Dream: By Fr. Sulzner. (Fag.)

“I am dreaming of thee,Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee,”—

“I am dreaming of thee,

Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee,”—

Soldier’s Farewell: Air, “Rosin the Bow,” (Randolph.)

“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades—Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—

“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades—

Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—

Soldier’s Farewell: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.)

“The bugle sounds upon the plain,Our men are gath-ring fast;”—

“The bugle sounds upon the plain,

Our men are gath-ring fast;”—

The Soldier’s Farewell to his Wife: By Wm. K. Campbell, Greenville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Side by side and hand in hand,Silently we sit;”—

“Side by side and hand in hand,

Silently we sit;”—

The Soldier’s Grave: (J. M. S.)

“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here,In death’s cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there,”—

“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here,

In death’s cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there,”—

The Soldier’s Grave: By Pearl. (E. V. M. from the Victoria Advocate.)

“’Tis where no chisel’s tracing tellsThe humble sleeper’s name,”—

“’Tis where no chisel’s tracing tells

The humble sleeper’s name,”—

The Soldier’s Heart: By F. P. Beaufort. (S. B. P.)

“The trumpet calls, and I must go,To meet the vile, invading foe;”—

“The trumpet calls, and I must go,

To meet the vile, invading foe;”—

Soldier’s Lament: By Wm. Lewis, Kauffman Co., Texas. (Alsb.)

“Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife,Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier’s life;”—

“Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife,

Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier’s life;”—

The Soldier’s Last Combat: By Mrs. Elizabeth E. Harper, October, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“The soldier girded his armor on,The fire of hope in his bright eye shone,”—

“The soldier girded his armor on,

The fire of hope in his bright eye shone,”—

Soldier’s Letters: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The mail! the mail!And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes”—

“The mail! the mail!

And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes”—

The Soldier’s Mission: By A. W. Morse. (Fag.)

“Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band,Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,”—

“Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band,

Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,”—

The Soldier’s Return: By Anna Ward. January, 1862. (Im.)

“Did he come in the pride of manhood,Flushed with a soldier’s fame?”—

“Did he come in the pride of manhood,

Flushed with a soldier’s fame?”—

Soldier’s Song of Pass Cavallo: By Col. C. G. Forshey, C. S. Eng. Fort Esperanza, Pass Cavallo. March, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow,Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;”—

“Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow,

Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;”—

Soldier’s Suit of Gray: By Carrie Belle Sinclair. (Alsb.)

“I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright,And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;”—

“I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright,

And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;”—

The Soldier’s Sweet Home: Air, “Home, Sweet Home.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“The soldier who o’er the lone prairie doth roam,Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home”—

“The soldier who o’er the lone prairie doth roam,

Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home”—

A Solemn Dirge: Placarded in Charleston, 186—, on the removal of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“King Dan is dead—he breathed his last,We ne’er see him more,”—

“King Dan is dead—he breathed his last,

We ne’er see him more,”—

Soldier Talk: To the tune of “Walk-In, Walk-In, Walk-In, I Say and Hear My Banjo Play.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A. 1865, Fort Delaware. (Roche.)

“One very funny habit when this cruel war am done,Will common as the devil be, to each and every one,”—

“One very funny habit when this cruel war am done,

Will common as the devil be, to each and every one,”—

Somebody’s Darling: By Miss Marie Lacoste, of Savannah, Georgia. (E. V. M. from theSouthern Churchman.)

“Into a ward of the whitewashed wallsWhere the dead and dying lay”—

“Into a ward of the whitewashed walls

Where the dead and dying lay”—

Song: Air, “Faintly Flow Thy Falling River.” (E. V. M.)

“Here we bring a fragrant tribute,To the bed where valor sleeps,”—

“Here we bring a fragrant tribute,

To the bed where valor sleeps,”—

Song: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (R. B. B., 40.)

“You Rebels come along and listen to my songThe subject of the same is not worth naming,”—

“You Rebels come along and listen to my song

The subject of the same is not worth naming,”—

A Song: Written by an inmate of the Old Capitol Prison in Washington City, and sung by his fellow prisoners. (R. R. from the RichmondSentinel.)

“Rebel is a sacred name,Traitor, too, is glorious;”—

“Rebel is a sacred name,

Traitor, too, is glorious;”—

Song, Bull’s Run: (R. B. B., 13.)

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,Sharp make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,

Sharp make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

A Song for Dogs: 1864. (West. Res.)

“Our fathers were men in the days that are past—What a pity it is that our fathers are dead!”—

“Our fathers were men in the days that are past—

What a pity it is that our fathers are dead!”—

Song for the Irish Brigade: By Shamrock of the Sumpter Rifles. (R. R.)

“Not now for the songs of a nation’s wrongs,Nor the groans of starving labor,”—

“Not now for the songs of a nation’s wrongs,

Nor the groans of starving labor,”—

Song for the South: (Randolph)

“A shout! a wild glad shout of joy!Ho! all ye sons of freedom, rise”—

“A shout! a wild glad shout of joy!

Ho! all ye sons of freedom, rise”—

Song for the South: (R. R.)

“Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West,Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;”—

“Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West,

Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;”—

Song of Hooker’s Picket: (Fag. from theSouthern Illustrated News, February 21, 1863)

“I’m ’nation tired of being hiredTo fight for a shilling a day;”—

“I’m ’nation tired of being hired

To fight for a shilling a day;”—

Song of our Glorious Southland: By Mrs. Mary Ware. (W. G. S. from theSouthern Field and Fireside.)

“Oh, sing of our glorious Southland,The pride of the golden sun!”—

“Oh, sing of our glorious Southland,

The pride of the golden sun!”—

Song of Spring (1864): By John A. Wagener of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Spring has come! Spring has come!The brightening earth, the sparkling dew”—

“Spring has come! Spring has come!

The brightening earth, the sparkling dew”—

Song of the Baltimore Rebels: Air, “Wait For the Wagon.” (R. B. B., 77.)

“Let us join the army,Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home,”—

“Let us join the army,

Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home,”—

Song of the “Bloody Sixth” at Camp Chase, Ohio: (Alsb.)

“We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O—When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;”—

“We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O—

When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;”—

Song of the C. R.’s of M.: Air, “Villikins and his Dinah.” By F. B. (W. F.)

“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hourHis heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—

“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour

His heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—

The Song of the Drum: (R. B. B., p. 100.)

“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud,When it calls me, with its rattle,”—

“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud,

When it calls me, with its rattle,”—

The Song of the Exile: Air, “Dixie.” By B. Martinsburg, Virginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.)

“O here I am in the land of cotton,The flag once honored is now forgotten”—

“O here I am in the land of cotton,

The flag once honored is now forgotten”—

Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (Alsb.)

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

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

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

Song of the First Virginia Cavalry: (Amaranth from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“Mount! Mount! and away!Stay not to entwine”—

“Mount! Mount! and away!

Stay not to entwine”—

Song of the Freedmen: By A. R. Watson, Atlanta, Georgia. (E. V. M.)

“A freedman sat on a pile of bricks,As the rain was pattering down”—

“A freedman sat on a pile of bricks,

As the rain was pattering down”—

Song of the Privateer: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, October 10, 1861. (R. B. B.)

“Away o’er the boundless seaWith steady hearts and free”—

“Away o’er the boundless sea

With steady hearts and free”—

Song of the Privateer: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.)

“Fearlessly the seas we roam,Tossed by each briny wave;”—

“Fearlessly the seas we roam,

Tossed by each briny wave;”—

Song of the Rebel: By Esten Cooke, Camp “No Camp.” December 1, 1862. (W. L.)

“Oh! not a heart in all our hostBut feels a noble thrill,”—

“Oh! not a heart in all our host

But feels a noble thrill,”—

Song of the Sentinel: (Bohemian from the RichmondDispatch)

“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep!No foe across our line shall creep;”—

“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep!

No foe across our line shall creep;”—

Song of the Sergeant of the Guard: Written by the Guard Fire, Vienna, Virginia, August 1, 1862. (July and August, ’62, S. L. M.)

“I think of you, my child,While the long hours move slow;”—

“I think of you, my child,

While the long hours move slow;”—

The Song of the Snow: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington, Virginia. (C. S. B.)

“Halt! the march is overDay is almost done”—

“Halt! the march is over

Day is almost done”—

Song of the South: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Sunday Delta.)

“The genius of the Western world,Stood silent by the sea;”—

“The genius of the Western world,

Stood silent by the sea;”—

The Song of the South: (R. R.)

“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land ofsong and story—Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor,fame and glory;”—

“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of

song and story—

Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor,

fame and glory;”—

Song of the South: Choir: (Amaranth fromThe Land We Love.)

“Sing us a song of the South we love!O! minstrel sing us a song!”—

“Sing us a song of the South we love!

O! minstrel sing us a song!”—

Song of the Southern Soldier: Air, “Barclay and Perkin’s Drayman.” By P. E. C. (C. C., from the RichmondExaminer.)

“I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made,I don’t fight for pay or for booty,”—

“I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made,

I don’t fight for pay or for booty,”—

Song of the Southern Women: By Julia Mildred. (P. & P. B.)

“O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to harkTo the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc.”—

“O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark

To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc.”—

The Song of the Sword: Suggested at seeing a sick and wounded Confederate soldier left to die at the Crater farm, near Petersburg, Virginia, May 26, 1866 [1864?]. (C. C.)

“Weary and wounded and worn,Wounded and ready to die,”—

“Weary and wounded and worn,

Wounded and ready to die,”—

Song of the Texas Rangers: Inscribed to Mrs. John H. Wharton. Air, “Yellow Rose of Texas.” By Mrs. J. D. Young. (E. V. M.)

“The morning star is paling,The camp fires flicker low,”—

“The morning star is paling,

The camp fires flicker low,”—

Song of the Times: (Hopkins.)

“Let hard times assail us,Let poverty nail us”—

“Let hard times assail us,

Let poverty nail us”—

Song of the Washington Volunteers: (Randolph.)

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