Chapter 24

“When war’s fierce trumpet notes resounded,Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?”—

“When war’s fierce trumpet notes resounded,

Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?”—

Song on General Scott: Tune, “Poor Old Horse, Let Him Die.” By N. B. J. (P. & P. B.)

“Virginia had a sonWho gathered up some fame”—

“Virginia had a son

Who gathered up some fame”—

Song Written for the “Gilmer Blues” of Lexington, Georgia: Air, “Dixie.” By E. Young. (Bohemian.)

“Comrades, come and join the chorus,Sing for the land whose flag waves o’er us,”—

“Comrades, come and join the chorus,

Sing for the land whose flag waves o’er us,”—

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

“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turnCreate his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—

“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn

Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—

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

“Democracy hath done its work of ill,And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—

“Democracy hath done its work of ill,

And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—

Sonnet: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,Ye martyred thousands!”—

“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,

Ye martyred thousands!”—

Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell: By F. B., Globe Hospital, Richmond, May, 1862. (W. F.)

“The soldier lays upon his helpless bedFar from his home, reft of maternal care;”—

“The soldier lays upon his helpless bed

Far from his home, reft of maternal care;”—

Sonnet: To Resistance: By W. H. P. (S. L. M., May, ’62 from the New OrleansDelta.)

“Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled air!A nation’s Liberty! a Nation’s Peace,”—

“Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled air!

A nation’s Liberty! a Nation’s Peace,”—

Sonnet Written in 1864: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“What right to freedom when we are not free?When all the passions goad us into lust;”—

“What right to freedom when we are not free?

When all the passions goad us into lust;”—

Sons of Freedom: By Nanny Gray. (Bohemian from the RichmondWhig.)

“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 Kentucky: (Randolph.)

“Kentucky’s Sons! and will ye serviles be,While Southrons rise their honor to defend?”—

“Kentucky’s Sons! and will ye serviles be,

While Southrons rise their honor to defend?”—

Sons of the South: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (Randolph.)

“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,”—

Sons of the South, Arise!By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)

“Sons of the South, no longer sleep, Arise,The foeman’s foot is planted on your shores,”—

“Sons of the South, no longer sleep, Arise,

The foeman’s foot is planted on your shores,”—

Souls of Heroes: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Souls of heroes, ascended from fields you have won.Still smiles on the conflict so greatly begun;”—

“Souls of heroes, ascended from fields you have won.

Still smiles on the conflict so greatly begun;”—

Soul of the South, an Ode: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,”—

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,

And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,”—

The South: (Md. Hist. B.)

“The South I wonder every heart,Don’t with emotion beat;”—

“The South I wonder every heart,

Don’t with emotion beat;”—

The South (1865): By G. Savannah, Georgia, August 17, 1865. (W. L.)

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

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

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

The South: By Father Ryan. (C. S. B.)

“Yes, give me the landWhere the ruins are spread,”—

“Yes, give me the land

Where the ruins are spread,”—

The South: By Charlie Wildwood. Music by John H. Hewitt, published by Julian A. Selby, Columbia, South Carolina, (R. R. and R. B. M., 1863.)

“The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur’d by art,And purity’s lily doth thrive in thy heart”—

“The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur’d by art,

And purity’s lily doth thrive in thy heart”—

The South and North: (R. B. B., 101.)

“The Southrons and the Northers, ohHave got into a fight,”—

“The Southrons and the Northers, oh

Have got into a fight,”—

The South for Me: (R. R.)

“The South for me! the sunny clime,Where earth is clothed in beauty’s hue”—

“The South for me! the sunny clime,

Where earth is clothed in beauty’s hue”—

The South in Arms: By Rev. J. B. Martin. (R. R.)

“Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,Unequalled in all previous time”—

“Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,

Unequalled in all previous time”—

The South is Up: By P. E. C. (R. R.)

“The South is up in stern array—Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard”—

“The South is up in stern array—

Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard”—

The South; Or, I Love Thee the More: (Alsb.)

“My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free”—

“My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,

Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free”—

The South Our Country: By E. M. Thompson. (Fag.)

“Our country, our country, oh where may we find,Amid all the proud relics of legion or story,”—

“Our country, our country, oh where may we find,

Amid all the proud relics of legion or story,”—

Southern Carolina, A Patriotic Ode: Charleston, South Carolina, 1861. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Land of the Palmetto treeSweet home of liberty”—

“Land of the Palmetto tree

Sweet home of liberty”—

South Carolina: By S. Henry Dickson. December 20, 1860. (W. G. S.)

“The deed is done! the die is cast;The glorious Rubicon is passed”—

“The deed is done! the die is cast;

The glorious Rubicon is passed”—

South Carolina: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“My brave old Country! I have watched thee long,Still ever first to rise against the wrong;”—

“My brave old Country! I have watched thee long,

Still ever first to rise against the wrong;”—

South Carolina: By Willie Lightheart: (Bohemian from the CharlestonCourier.)

“My land, my Carolina, dear!My warm, bright sunny home”—

“My land, my Carolina, dear!

My warm, bright sunny home”—

South Carolina Hymn of Independence: Air, “The Marseillaise.” [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast)

“South Carolinians! proudly seeOur state proclaimed to all the world”—

“South Carolinians! proudly see

Our state proclaimed to all the world”—

The South Banner: By Col. W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Camp Chase, Ohio. (Fag.)

“Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flagAs ’tis flung in its pride to the breeze,”—

“Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag

As ’tis flung in its pride to the breeze,”—

A Southern Battle Hymn: May 25, 1861. (C. C.)

“God of our fathers! King of Kings!Lord of the earth and sea!”—

“God of our fathers! King of Kings!

Lord of the earth and sea!”—

Southern Battle Song: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (R. R.)

“Raise the Southern flag on high!Shout aloud the battle cry!”—

“Raise the Southern flag on high!

Shout aloud the battle cry!”—

Southern Battle Song: By C. [James Cahill?] Baltimore, October, 1862. (R. B. B., 102.)

“Come gallant sons of noble sires,Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!”—

“Come gallant sons of noble sires,

Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!”—

Southern Border Song: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the Border.” (S. L. M., July, 1861.)

“March! March! Southerners fearlessly march!Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?”—

“March! March! Southerners fearlessly march!

Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?”—

Southern Captives: By Captain Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars;While from out the vault of heaven gently glimmering come the stars;”—

“Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars;

While from out the vault of heaven gently glimmering come the stars;”—

Southern Chant of Defiance: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. Music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M.)

“You can never win them back;Never, never;”—

“You can never win them back;

Never, never;”—

The Southern Cross: (R. R.)

“Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled,In all thy breadth and length!”—

“Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled,

In all thy breadth and length!”—

The Southern Cross: To His Excellency President Davis, from his fellow citizens, Ellen Key Blunt, and J. T. Mason Blunt, of Maryland and Virginia. Paris, 1862. (S. L. M., September and October, 1862.) (R. R.)

“In the name of God! Amen!Stand for our Southern rights!”—

“In the name of God! Amen!

Stand for our Southern rights!”—

The Southern Cross: By St. George Tucker, of Virginia. (S. L. M., March, 1861.) (W. G. S.)

“Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storm,More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?”—

“Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storm,

More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?”—

The Southern Flag: Air, “A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.” (Fag.)

“Three cheers for the Southern flag,That floats upon the gale,”—

“Three cheers for the Southern flag,

That floats upon the gale,”—

Southern Flag: By Lt. Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Flag of the South! whose golden foldsShine with a nation’s stars new-born,”—

“Flag of the South! whose golden folds

Shine with a nation’s stars new-born,”—

A Southern Gathering Song: Air, “Hail Columbia.” By L. Virginia French. (R. R.)

“Sons of the South, beware the foe!Hark to the murmur deep and low”—

“Sons of the South, beware the foe!

Hark to the murmur deep and low”—

Southern Girl and Parody: The Homespun Plaid: (R. B. B., 104.)

“Oh, call me not a Southern girl,I’m weary of the name;”—

“Oh, call me not a Southern girl,

I’m weary of the name;”—

A Southern Girl’s Song: Air, “Come away, love.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Come away, love, from our foes, love;Come and seek a nobler cause”—

“Come away, love, from our foes, love;

Come and seek a nobler cause”—

The Southern Homes in Ruin: By R. B. Vance, of North Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Many a gray-haired sire has diedAs falls the oak—to rise no more,”—

“Many a gray-haired sire has died

As falls the oak—to rise no more,”—

Southern Land: Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (C. S. B. from the CharlestonCourier.)

“We dwell where skies are bright above us,Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”—

“We dwell where skies are bright above us,

Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”—

Southern Marseillaise: Air, “Marseilles Hymn.” (Randolph.)

“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”—

“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,

Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (J. M. S.)

“Sons of the South! awake to glory,A thousand voices bid you rise,”—

“Sons of the South! awake to glory,

A thousand voices bid you rise,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (Beau.)

“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,Arm, Arm! your struggling country calls”—

“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,

Arm, Arm! your struggling country calls”—

The Southern Matron to Her Son: Air, “Oh, No, My Love, No.” (R. B. B., 105.)

“I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion,Yet view me in kindness, refraining from blame;”—

“I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion,

Yet view me in kindness, refraining from blame;”—

Southern Mother’s Lament: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The head that lay upon my breast—O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,”—

“The head that lay upon my breast—

O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,”—

The Southern Oath: By Rosa Vertner Jeffry. July 22, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“By the cross upon our banner,Glory of one Southern sky,”—

“By the cross upon our banner,

Glory of one Southern sky,”—

Southern Patriotism: January, 1861. (R. N. S. from the SpartansburgExpress.)

“Love thy country, thus each sireWith the lesson undefined,”—

“Love thy country, thus each sire

With the lesson undefined,”—

The Southern Patriot’s Lament: Written in Fort Warren Prison in 1864. (Amaranth.)

“I am a captive on a hostile shore,Caged like the falcon from its native skies,”—

“I am a captive on a hostile shore,

Caged like the falcon from its native skies,”—

Southern Pleiades: By Laura Lorrimer. (Bohemian from the NashvillePatriot.)

“When first our Southern flag arose,Beside the heaving sea,”—

“When first our Southern flag arose,

Beside the heaving sea,”—

Southern Prisoner Gives His Thanks to the Baltimore Ladies: Air, “American Boy.” (R. B. B., 72.)

“I left Winchester Court House, all in the month of May,And from this great starvation I was glad to get away”—

“I left Winchester Court House, all in the month of May,

And from this great starvation I was glad to get away”—

The Southern Republic: By Olive Tully Thomas, Mississippi. (W. G. S.)

“In the galaxy of nationsA nation’s flag unfurled,”—

“In the galaxy of nations

A nation’s flag unfurled,”—

A Southern Scene, 1862: (E. V. M.)

“‘Oh Mammy have you heard the news?’Thus spake a Southern child,”—

“‘Oh Mammy have you heard the news?’

Thus spake a Southern child,”—

Southern Sentiment: By Rev. A. M. Box. (Alsb.)

“The North may think the South will yield,And seek for a place in the Union again;”—

“The North may think the South will yield,

And seek for a place in the Union again;”—

Southern Sentiment: (Same asThe Northern Hordes). Air, “Let Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat.” By B., Baltimore, October 6, 1861. (R. B. B., 106.)

“The Northern hordes invasion threat,But we are not alarmed;”—

“The Northern hordes invasion threat,

But we are not alarmed;”—

The Southern Soldier Boy: As sung by Miss Sallie Partington in the “Virginia Cavalier” at the Richmond New Theatre. Air, “The Boy with the Auburn Hair.” By Capt. C. W. Alexander, R. A. C. and A. P. M. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name,He’s off to the wars and gone,”—

“Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name,

He’s off to the wars and gone,”—

Southern Soldier Boy: By Father A. J. Ryan. (Fag.)

“Young as the youngest who donned the gray,True as the truest who wore it,”—

“Young as the youngest who donned the gray,

True as the truest who wore it,”—

Southern Song: Tune, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. R. from the RaleighRegister.)

“Come all ye sons of freedom,And join our Southern band,”—

“Come all ye sons of freedom,

And join our Southern band,”—

A Southern Song: By Miss Maria Grason, Queen Anne Co., Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“While crimson drops our hearthstone stains,And Northern despots forge our chain,”—

“While crimson drops our hearthstone stains,

And Northern despots forge our chain,”—

Southern Song: By L. M. (R. R. from the LouisvilleCourier.)

“If ever I consent to be married,(And who would refuse a good mate?)”—

“If ever I consent to be married,

(And who would refuse a good mate?)”—

A Southern Song: Address to her Maryland lover by a Virginia Girl. Air, “Fly to the Desert.” By M. F. Q. Richmond, May 3, 1861. (R. B. B.)

“Fly to the South, come fly to meIn Richmond there’s a home for thee;”—

“Fly to the South, come fly to me

In Richmond there’s a home for thee;”—

A Southern Song: Reply to the Virginia Girl’s Address to her Maryland Lover. By O. H. S. —— Cola. Baltimore, 1861. (R. B. B., 2.)

“Farewell to submissionWhoever may crave,”—

“Farewell to submission

Whoever may crave,”—

Southern Song of Freedom: Air, “The Minstrels’ Return.” By J. H. H. (R. R.)

“A Nation has sprung into lifeBeneath the bright Cross of the South”—

“A Nation has sprung into life

Beneath the bright Cross of the South”—

Southern Union: (Randolph.)

“Hail to the new-born nation! hail!Shout till our plaudits reach the sky,”—

“Hail to the new-born nation! hail!

Shout till our plaudits reach the sky,”—

The Southern Wagon in Kentucky: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind,The old Corncracker State, because at first she was too blind”—

“Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind,

The old Corncracker State, because at first she was too blind”—

Southern War Cry: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” (R. R. from the New OrleansPicayune.)

“Countrymen of Washington!Countrymen of Jefferson!”—

“Countrymen of Washington!

Countrymen of Jefferson!”—

Southern War Song: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” By Baltimore. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Southrons, lo! thy tyrant’s hand,Stained with blood, pollutes your land,”—

“Southrons, lo! thy tyrant’s hand,

Stained with blood, pollutes your land,”—

Southern War Song: Air, “I’m Afloat.” (R. B. B., 108.)

“We shall win! we shall win! for our cause it is just,Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,”—

“We shall win! we shall win! for our cause it is just,

Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,”—

A Southern War Song: By P. H. (R. B. B.)

“Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on,The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won,”—

“Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on,

The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won,”—

Southern War Song: By N. P. W. (R. R. from the LouisvilleCourier.)

“To horse! to horse! our standard flies,The bugles sound the call;”—

“To horse! to horse! our standard flies,

The bugles sound the call;”—

Southern Wife: By Walker Merriweather Bell, of Kentucky. (Amaranth.)

“A price is on my darling’s head,Outlawed and hunted down;”—

“A price is on my darling’s head,

Outlawed and hunted down;”—

Southern Woman’s Song: (R. R. from the New OrleansPicayune.)

“Stitch, stitch, stitchLittle needle swiftly fly,”—

“Stitch, stitch, stitch

Little needle swiftly fly,”—

Southern Women: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., Johnson’s Island, Ohio, December, 1864. (W. L.)

“God bless our women, brave and true!For them stern death we Southrons dare;”—

“God bless our women, brave and true!

For them stern death we Southrons dare;”—

Southern Yankee Doodle: (Randolph.)

“The Yankee bigots say they’ll tearOur Southron Flag asunder,”—

“The Yankee bigots say they’ll tear

Our Southron Flag asunder,”—

Southern Yankee Doodle: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B., 107.)

“The gallant Major Anderson!A bold and fearless Ranger,”—

“The gallant Major Anderson!

A bold and fearless Ranger,”—

Southland: The Prize Song. Awarded prize in prize song contest conducted in 1864 by Mr. W. F. Wisely of Mobile, Alabama. (S. B. P.)

“They sing of the EastWith its flowery feast,”—

“They sing of the East

With its flowery feast,”—

The Southland Fears No Foeman: By J. W. M. Anniesdale, near Murfreesboro, North Carolina. (S. L. M., February, 1861.)

“The Southland fears no foeman,Her eagles yet are free;”—

“The Southland fears no foeman,

Her eagles yet are free;”—

The Southron Mother’s Charge: By Thomas B. Hood, New Orleans, Louisiana. (R. R.)

“You go, my son, to the battle field—To repel the invading foe;”—

“You go, my son, to the battle field—

To repel the invading foe;”—

Southrons O!(W. L.)

“By the cross upon our banner,Glory of our Southern sky,”—

“By the cross upon our banner,

Glory of our Southern sky,”—

The Southron’s War Song: By J. A. Wagener of South Carolina (E. V. M. from the CharlestonCourier, June 11, 1861.)

“Arise! Arise! with main and might,Sons of the sunny clime!”—

“Arise! Arise! with main and might,

Sons of the sunny clime!”—

Southron’s Watchword: (In Imitation of an English Song of the Crimean War.) By M. F. Bigney, 1861. (Fag.)

“What shall the Southron’s watchword be,Fighting for us on land and sea?”—

“What shall the Southron’s watchword be,

Fighting for us on land and sea?”—

Southrons! Yield Not to Despair!(Written by a young lady of Baltimore, immediately after a late reverse of our cause.) (S. L. M., Feb., ’64.)

“Southrons! yield not to despair—Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;”—

“Southrons! yield not to despair—

Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;”—

The South’s Appeal to Washington: (C. C.)

“Say, would’st thou tamely stand?Say, would’st thou see”—

“Say, would’st thou tamely stand?

Say, would’st thou see”—

Spare Us, Good Lord!Written while —— was playing “Lurlei.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“By thy sad Passion, hear us,Send living hope to cheer us;”—

“By thy sad Passion, hear us,

Send living hope to cheer us;”—

Spirit of 1861: By C. S. A. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Arise Confederates! hear your country’s call!The hour is come, the hour to do or die,”—

“Arise Confederates! hear your country’s call!

The hour is come, the hour to do or die,”—

The Spirit of ’60: (Bohemian from the ColumbusTimes.)

“Sons of the South arise,Your insulted country cries,”—

“Sons of the South arise,

Your insulted country cries,”—

The Spirits of the Fathers: By Henry Lomas. (R. R.)

“We are watching that land when Liberty awoke,—Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,”—

“We are watching that land when Liberty awoke,—

Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,”—

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

“Spring with that nameless pathos in the air—Which dwells with all things fair,”—

“Spring with that nameless pathos in the air—

Which dwells with all things fair,”—

Stack Arms: Written in the prison of Fort Delaware, Delaware, on hearing of the surrender of General Lee. By Jos. Blyth Alston. (W. G. S.)

“‘Stack arms!’ I’ve gladly heard the cryWhen, weary with the dusty tread,”—

“‘Stack arms!’ I’ve gladly heard the cry

When, weary with the dusty tread,”—

Stand By Your Flag: (Randolph.)

“Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave,You hold it as fair Freedom’s trust,”—

“Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave,

You hold it as fair Freedom’s trust,”—

The Standard Bearer: Respectfully dedicated to Miss Belle B. Taylor of Richmond, Virginia. By Major J. N. P. Music by N. S. Coleman. Published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“A shout, a shout for Victory!A cheer from the blood-red field,”—

“A shout, a shout for Victory!

A cheer from the blood-red field,”—

Star of the South: (S. L. M., April, ’61.)

“Star of the South! Break forth on the nation!Break forth o’er the land, beam out of the sea!”—

“Star of the South! Break forth on the nation!

Break forth o’er the land, beam out of the sea!”—

Star of the West: (R. R.)

“I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,Old Times dair ain’t not forgotten”—

“I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,

Old Times dair ain’t not forgotten”—

Star of the West: or The Reinforcement: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Glory be to God on high!Glory be to the God of right!”—

“Glory be to God on high!

Glory be to the God of right!”—

Starry Cross of the Sunny South: A vision. (W. L.)

“The great Architect now erects in the skiesA new constellation that dazzles our eyes:”—

“The great Architect now erects in the skies

A new constellation that dazzles our eyes:”—

The Stars and Bars: (Fag.)

“Oh, the South is the queen of all nations,The home of the brave and the true,”—

“Oh, the South is the queen of all nations,

The home of the brave and the true,”—

The Stars and Bars: (S. B. W.)

“Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?For thy flag is but new to the sea,”—

“Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?

For thy flag is but new to the sea,”—

The Stars and Bars: (R. R.)

“’Tis sixty-two!—and sixty-one,With the old Union, now is gone,”—

“’Tis sixty-two!—and sixty-one,

With the old Union, now is gone,”—

The Stars and Bars: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (R. B. B., 110.)

“Oh! say do you see now so vauntingly borneIn the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,”—

“Oh! say do you see now so vauntingly borne

In the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,”—

The Stars and Bars: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian from the SundayDelta.)

“Fling wide the dauntless banner—To every Southern breeze,”—

“Fling wide the dauntless banner—

To every Southern breeze,”—

The Stars and The Bars: (Randolph.)

“Above us our banner is waving,The hope of the brave and the free,”—

“Above us our banner is waving,

The hope of the brave and the free,”—

The Star Spangled Banner: Baltimore. Published by Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light—On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,”—

“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light—

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,”—

The Star Spangled Cross and the Pure Field of White: Written and composed by Subaltern. Richmond, Virginia. Geo. Dunn and Co., Publishers. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of whiteIs the banner we give to the breeze:”—

“The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of white

Is the banner we give to the breeze:”—

The State and the Starling: By A. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“Starling! starling! airy of wing,Wherefore a lonely prisoner there.”—

“Starling! starling! airy of wing,

Wherefore a lonely prisoner there.”—

Steady and Ready: (E. V. M.)

“Steady, when fortune’s dark shadows surround us,Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;”—

“Steady, when fortune’s dark shadows surround us,

Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;”—

Stonewall: (E. V. M.)

“Weep for the mighty dead,The nation’s joy and pride:”—

“Weep for the mighty dead,

The nation’s joy and pride:”—

The Stonewall Cemetery: Lines written by Mrs. M. B. Clark of North Carolina (“Tenella”) in behalf of the “Stonewall” Cemetery, Winchester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“The storm of war which swept our country wide,Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side,”—

“The storm of war which swept our country wide,

Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side,”—

Stonewall Jackson: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (J. M. S.)

“Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark,With his warrior legions advancing to battle?”—

“Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark,

With his warrior legions advancing to battle?”—

Stonewall Jackson: Air, The “Coronack.” (Fag.)

“Unmoved in the battle,Whilst friends and foes swerved,”—

“Unmoved in the battle,

Whilst friends and foes swerved,”—

Stonewall Jackson: By H. L. Flash, May 10, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight,Not in the rush upon the vandal foe”—

“Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight,

Not in the rush upon the vandal foe”—

Stonewall Jackson: By L. H. M., Huntsville, Alabama, May 18, 1863. (Im.)

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