Chapter 27

“Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight,Beyond their leprosy of light,”—

“Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight,

Beyond their leprosy of light,”—

What! Have Ye Thought?(W. G. S., from the CharlestonMercury.)

“What! have ye thought to pluckVictory from chance and luck”—

“What! have ye thought to pluck

Victory from chance and luck”—

What The Bugles Say: Inscribed to Captain Ben. Lane Posey. By A. B. Meek. (Bohemian.)

“Hark! the bugles on the hill!Tarala! Tarala!”—

“Hark! the bugles on the hill!

Tarala! Tarala!”—

What the South Winds Say: (R. R. from the RichmondDispatch.)

“Faint as the echo of an echo born,A bugle note swells on the air,”—

“Faint as the echo of an echo born,

A bugle note swells on the air,”—

What the Village Bell Said: By John C. M’Lemore of South Carolina (mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines). (W. G. S.)

“For many a year in the village church,Above the world have I made my home;”—

“For many a year in the village church,

Above the world have I made my home;”—

What Tho’ These Limbs: Written by Col. Benjamin Anderson of Louisville, Kentucky, on the prison wall in Cincinnati, shortly before committing suicide. (W. L.)

“What tho’ these limbs be bound with iron cords.Still am I free!”—

“What tho’ these limbs be bound with iron cords.

Still am I free!”—

What Time is This for Dreaming?By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“What time is this for dreaming,When hearts are breaking round?”—

“What time is this for dreaming,

When hearts are breaking round?”—

When Peace Returns: By Olivia Tully Thomas. (W. G. S., Published in the GranadaPicket.)

“When ‘war has smoothed his wrinkled front,’And meek-eyed peace returning,”—

“When ‘war has smoothed his wrinkled front,’

And meek-eyed peace returning,”—

When Pleasure’s Flowery Paths: By a prisoner in solitary confinement, May 28th, 1865. (W. L.)

“When pleasure’s flowery paths I trod,My eyes were bent on earth alone,”—

“When pleasure’s flowery paths I trod,

My eyes were bent on earth alone,”—

When That Cruel War Began: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)

“The tocsin of war it sounded its knellO’er the length and breadth of our sunny land”—

“The tocsin of war it sounded its knell

O’er the length and breadth of our sunny land”—

When the Boys Come Home: (Fag.)

“The boys are coming home again,This war will soon be o’er,”—

“The boys are coming home again,

This war will soon be o’er,”—

When the War is Over: A Christmas Lay: By Margaret J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Ah, the happy Christmas times,Times we all remember,”—

“Ah, the happy Christmas times,

Times we all remember,”—

When This Cruel War is Over: Ballad. Words by Charles C. Sawyer, Richmond, Va. Music by Henry Tucker. George Dunn and Co. (R. B. M.)

“Dearest one, do you remember,When we last did meet?”—

“Dearest one, do you remember,

When we last did meet?”—

When Will the War be Over?(Alsb.)

“When will the war be over? asked a veteran whose sun-brown’d faceImplied in the ranks of the gallant he’d early sought a place,”—

“When will the war be over? asked a veteran whose sun-brown’d face

Implied in the ranks of the gallant he’d early sought a place,”—

Where Are You Going, Abe Lincoln?Air, “Lord Lovell.” (Alsb.)

“Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate,Combing his milk-white steed,”—

“Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate,

Combing his milk-white steed,”—

Where is the Rebel Fatherland: By Mrs. M. J. P. [Mrs. Margaret J. Preston]. (C. C.)

“Where is the Rebel Fatherland—Is it Maryland, dear Maryland”—

“Where is the Rebel Fatherland—

Is it Maryland, dear Maryland”—

Where My Heart Is: Air, “My Heart’s in the Highlands.” By Kentucky: (S. O. S.)

“My heart’s with our brave men, my heart is not here,For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;”—

“My heart’s with our brave men, my heart is not here,

For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;”—

Who Will Care for Mother, Now?(Alsb.)

“Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath!All around to me seems darkness—tell me, comrades, is this death?”—

“Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath!

All around to me seems darkness—tell me, comrades, is this death?”—

Why Should the South Rejoice: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.)

“Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid?For maiden at the altar slain—victim of fiendish raid?”—

“Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid?

For maiden at the altar slain—victim of fiendish raid?”—

The Wide-Awakes: (R. B. B., 116)

“O, what is all this noise about,This midnight confusion?”—

“O, what is all this noise about,

This midnight confusion?”—

Will No One Write to Me?By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”) Johnson’s Island, January 1, 1864. (Sunny.)

“The list is called, and one by oneThe anxious crowd now melts away,”—

“The list is called, and one by one

The anxious crowd now melts away,”—

William Price: Member of the Maryland “State” Senate and author of the infamous Treason Bill. Air, “John Todd.” (R. B. B., 94.)

“Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price”—

William Courtland Price: By Julia Pleasants Creswell. (S. L. M., November and December, 1862.)

“He came with youth and hope and swelling heart;And freely cast them in the unequal scale;”—

“He came with youth and hope and swelling heart;

And freely cast them in the unequal scale;”—

Will You Go!By Estelle. (R. R.)

“Will you go? will you go?Where the foeman’s steel is bright”—

“Will you go? will you go?

Where the foeman’s steel is bright”—

A Wind from the South: Written for theFair Journal, Southern Relief Fair of Baltimore, April 2, 1866. By C. C. (E. V. M.)

“—I sing of the South,Not as she was in her pride of yore,”—

“—I sing of the South,

Not as she was in her pride of yore,”—

Woman’s Love: By Lieut. H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“Wildly raging were the billows,Wildly heaving was the sea,”—

“Wildly raging were the billows,

Wildly heaving was the sea,”—

Woman’s Prayer: Dedicated to Colonel Lane’s Regiment, Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“O Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress’d?Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?”—

“O Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress’d?

Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?”—

The Word: October, 1861. (R. N. S., from the LouisvilleJournal.)

“Arm!Arm without any words!”—

“Arm!

Arm without any words!”—

A Word with the West: By John R. Thompson. Richmond, December 1, 1862. (S. S., appearing originally in theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“Once more to the breach for the land of the West,And a leader we give of our bravest and best,”—

“Once more to the breach for the land of the West,

And a leader we give of our bravest and best,”—

The Work of an Ironclad: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Come, my fair one, sit thee down,And sing for me thy sweetest song”—

“Come, my fair one, sit thee down,

And sing for me thy sweetest song”—

Worthier: —— was shot in trying to escape from Rock Island. By Kentucky (S. O. S.)

“My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try,From prison to escape”—

“My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try,

From prison to escape”—

Would’st Thou Have Me Love Thee: By Alexander B. Meek. (W. G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title ofWar Song.)

“Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest,With a woman’s proudest heart,”—

“Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest,

With a woman’s proudest heart,”—

Woven Fancies: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, 1862. (Amaranth.)

“I sit before my loom, today,And with untiring fingers ply,”—

“I sit before my loom, today,

And with untiring fingers ply,”—

The Wreck of the Florida’s Boat: 16th July, 1864. (In memory of M’d’m Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. (E. V. M.)

“Oh! many a youth has fallen,Out on the battle plain;”—

“Oh! many a youth has fallen,

Out on the battle plain;”—

Written Before the Secession of Virginia: By Mrs. Rebecca Tabb, of Gloucester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Weep! yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears,Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears?”—

“Weep! yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears,

Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears?”—

The Yankee Devil: Cave Spring, Georgia, April 11, 1863. (R. R.)

“Hurrah! Hurrah! good news and true,Our woes will soon be past;”—

“Hurrah! Hurrah! good news and true,

Our woes will soon be past;”—

Yankee Doodle: (“An absurd thing, which came to us all the way from Canada, where we have plenty of friends.”) (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, ’62.)

“Yankee Doodle ran away,Dixie he ran after”—

“Yankee Doodle ran away,

Dixie he ran after”—

Yankee Doodle’s Ride to Richmond: By Rev. E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Georgia. (Bohemian.)

“I sing of Yankee Doodle’s ride to famous Richmond town,A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown,”—

“I sing of Yankee Doodle’s ride to famous Richmond town,

A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown,”—

Yankee Joke in Texas: By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“Messrs. Yankees came one day,To stroll upon our beach;”—

“Messrs. Yankees came one day,

To stroll upon our beach;”—

[Yankee Money]: Air, “Little More Cider, Cider Do.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)

“Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done,And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home”—

“Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done,

And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home”—

The Yankee President: By Dr. Gilbert, of Houston, January 13, 1863. (Alsb.)

“I’ll sing you a new-made song, made by a modern pate,Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State,”—

“I’ll sing you a new-made song, made by a modern pate,

Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State,”—

Yankee Vandals: Air, “Gay and Happy.” (R. B. B., 117.)

“The Northern Abolition vandalsWho have come to free the slave”—

“The Northern Abolition vandals

Who have come to free the slave”—

Ye Batteries of Beauregard: By J. C. Barrick of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

“Ye batteries of Beauregard!Pour your hail from Moultries Wall”—

“Ye batteries of Beauregard!

Pour your hail from Moultries Wall”—

Ye Cavaliers of Dixie: By Benjamin F. Porter of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Ye Cavaliers of DixieThat guard our Southern shores”—

“Ye Cavaliers of Dixie

That guard our Southern shores”—

Ye Flight of Ye Rayl Splitter: A Ballad: (P. & P. B. from the New OrleansCrescent.)

“Of all ye flyghts that ever were flownBy several persons, or one alone”—

“Of all ye flyghts that ever were flown

By several persons, or one alone”—

Ye Gallant Sons of Carolina: (Randolph.)

“Ye gallant sons of Carolina,Listen to your country’s call,”—

“Ye gallant sons of Carolina,

Listen to your country’s call,”—

Ye Men of Alabama: Air, “Ye Mariners of England.” By John D. Phelan of Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the MontgomeryAdvertiserof October, 1860.)

“Ye men of Alabama,Awake, arise, awake!”—

“Ye men of Alabama,

Awake, arise, awake!”—

Ye Shall Be Free: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ye shall be free,For with our guns we will stand o’er you,”—

“Ye shall be free,

For with our guns we will stand o’er you,”—

Yes, Build Your Walls: (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Yes, build your walls of stone or sand,But know when all is builded—then”—

“Yes, build your walls of stone or sand,

But know when all is builded—then”—

Yes, Call us Rebels! ’Tis the Name: By Albert Pike of Arkansas. (E. V. M., from the New OrleansPicayune, May, 1861.)

“Yes, call us rebels! ’tis the nameOur patriot fathers bore,”—

“Yes, call us rebels! ’tis the name

Our patriot fathers bore,”—

You Are Going to the Wars, Willie Boy: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.)

“You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy,You are going to the wars far away”—

“You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy,

You are going to the wars far away”—

You’ll Tell Her, Won’t You?(E. V. M.)

“You’ll tell her, won’t you? Say to her I diedAs a brave soldier should—true to the last;”—

“You’ll tell her, won’t you? Say to her I died

As a brave soldier should—true to the last;”—

Young Dodger Vs. Old Croaker: Dialogue. (Alsb.)

“These croakers all I really hate, and love to hate them, too,Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;”—

“These croakers all I really hate, and love to hate them, too,

Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;”—

A Young Girl’s Foreboding: By Kentucky, August 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! it is very hardTo think my home may go”—

“Ah! it is very hard

To think my home may go”—

Young Recruit: (Randolph.)

“See! there’s ribbons gaily streaming.I’m a soldier now, Lizette:”—

“See! there’s ribbons gaily streaming.

I’m a soldier now, Lizette:”—

Young Volunteer: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.)

“Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright,As the sun wades up the sky;”—

“Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright,

As the sun wades up the sky;”—

Your Mission: (S. S., from the CharlestonCourier.)

“Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,Turn the key on your jewels today”—

“Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,

Turn the key on your jewels today”—

Zollicoffer: Killed in the Battle of Somerset, Kentucky, January 19, 1862. By H. L. Flash. S. L. M., Ed., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“First in the fight, and first in arms,Of the white-winged angels of glory,”—

“First in the fight, and first in arms,

Of the white-winged angels of glory,”—

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