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A farmer came to camp, one day, with milk and eggs to sell 319
A flash from the edge of a hostile trench 350
Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue 77
Alas! the rolling hours pass slow 133
A life on the Vicksburg bluff 126
All quiet along the Potomac to-night 62
A nation has sprung into life 12
Arise! Arise! with main and might 51
Arise! Ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save 175
As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day 318
A soldier boy from Texas lay gasping on the field 266
At Bull Run, when the sun was low 38
A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone 194
Away down South in de fields of cotton 36
Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name 69
Bravely ye’ve fought, my gallant, gallant men 241
By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash 273
By the cross upon our banner—glory of our Southern sky 142
Can’st tell who lose the battle oft in the council field 130
Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle 244
Childhood’s days have long since faded 306
Come, all ye sons of freedom 252
Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come, quit your flocks and farms 174
Come, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell 326
Come, brothers! rally for the right 40
Come! come! come 61
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails 200
Countrymen of Washington 35
Darkies, has you seed my massa 216
Dear mother, I remember well 349
Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me 129
Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning 228
Ever constant, ever true 221
Fair ladies and maids of all ages 322
Fearlessly the seas we roam 227
Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won 131
Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free 198
Fold away all your bright tinted dresses 116
Fold it up carefully, lay it aside 358
Forth from its scabbard pure and bright 367
For sixty days and upward a storm of shell and shot 343
For trumpet and drum, leave the soft voice of maiden 317
From Houston City and Brazos bottom 143
Furl that banner, for ’tis weary 373
Gallant nation, foiled by numbers 375
God bless our Southern land 188
God save the South 1
Halt! the march is over 59
Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains 160
Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades 324
Hark! ’tis the shrill trumpet calling 289
Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band 149
Have you counted up the cost 240
Hear the summons, sons of Texas 178
Hear ye not the sound of battle 166
He fell and they cried, bring us home our dead! 212
Ho, gallants, brim the beaker bowl 281
Hurrah! for the Southern confederate State 39
Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of song and story 114
Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle-cry 122
I am dreaming of thee 297
I cannot listen to your words, the land is long and wide 363
I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun 66
If ever I consent to be married 99
I leave my home, and thee, dear, with sorrow at my heart 347
I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime 78
I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made 104
I’m gwine back to de land of cotton 145
I’m ’nation tired of being hired 218
In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers 203
I remember the hour when sadly we parted 291
“Is there any news of the war?” she said 86
It vos in Ni Orleans City 10
It was on a New Year’s morn so soon 180
I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright 285
I wish I was in de land o’ cotton 7
I wish I was in de land ob cotton 153
Just listen awhile, and give ear to my song 196
King Abraham is very sick 27
Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear 29
Knitting for the soldiers 52
Lady, I go to fight for thee 150
Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing 210
Land of the South! the fairest land 115
Let me whisper in your ear, sir 301
Like the roar of the wintry surges on a wild tempestuous strand 163
Little do rich people know 340
Lo! the Southland queen emerging 353
Lo! when Mississippi rolls 214
Maiden, pray for thy lover now 284
March, march on, brave “Palmetto” boys 90
’Mid her ruins proudly stands 124
Missouri is the pride of the Nation 60
Missouri! Missouri! bright land of the West 308
Mother! is the battle over? thousands have been killed, they say 236
My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee 339
My heart is in Mississippi 211
My love reposes on a rosewood frame 42
Now let the thrilling anthem rise 247
Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all 26
O band in the pinewood cease! 255
“Och, its nate to be captain or colonel” 250
Of all the mighty nations in the East or in the West 103
Off with gray suits, boys! 369
Oh, dear its shameful, I declare 230
Oh! Dixie, the land of King Cotton 68
Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys 338
Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing 65
Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye 300
Oh! here I am in the land of cotton 245
Oh! here’s to South Carolina! drink it down 279
Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread 356
Oh! mother of States and of men 331
Oh no! no! he’ll not need them again 309
Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storms 6
Oh! the tocsin of war still resounds o’er the land 88
Oh! yes, I am a Southern girl 81
O, Johnny Bull, my Jo, John! I wonder what you mean 109
O, I’m a good old rebel 360
O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall 182
Old Eve she did the apple eat 258
On a bright May morn in ’Sixty-three 345
“Only a soldier!” I heard them say 333
On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay 336
O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom 226
O, the South is the queen of all nations 93
Our cannons’ mouths are dumb. No more our volleyed muskets peal 366
Our country, our country, oh, where may we find 152
Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright 73
Out of the focal and foremost fire 329
Over the river there are fierce stern meetings 249
Over vale and over mountain 170
Pillow his head on his flashing sword 311
Raise the Southern flag on high! 189
Raise the thrilling cry, to arms! 141
Rally round our country’s flag! 94
Rebel is a sacred name 71
Representing nothing on God’s earth now 370
Rise, rise, mountain and valley men 55
Sabine Pass! in letters of gold 320
Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag 108
Sitting by the roadside on a Summer day 74
Softly comes the twilight stealing gently through my prison bars 346
Softly in dreams of repose 352
Soldiers! raise your banner proudly 120
Sons of freedom, on to glory 199
Sons of the South arise 264
Sons of the South, arouse to battle 100
Sons of the South awake to glory 4
Sons of the South, beware the foe 46
Sons of the South! from hill and dale 19
Southern men, unsheathe the sword 24
Southrons, hear your country call you 238
States of the South! confederate land 48
Stitch, stitch, stitch 222
The boys are coming home again 335
The boys down South in Dixie’s Land 49
The despot’s heel is on thy shore 276
The foe! the foe! They come! they come! 57
The hour was sad I left the maid 85
The morning star is paling, the camp-fires flicker low 287
The muffled drum is beating 328
The night-cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain 290
The Northern abolition vandals 314
The sentinel treads his martial round 134
The shades of night were falling fast 22
The snow is in the cloud, and night is gathering o’er us 282
The South for me! The sunny clime 123
The sun sinking o’er the battle plain 187
The tyrant’s broad pennant is floating 102
The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight 263
The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede 191
There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son 224
There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom’s throne 159
Though we’re a band of prisoners 341
Thou hast gone forth, my darling one 256
Three cheers for the Southern flag 91
’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound, breaks on the stillness of the air 303
’Tis old Stonewall, the rebel, that leans on his sword 315
To arms! oh! men in all our Southern clime 76
’Twas a terrible moment 95
’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three 168
’Twas midnight when we built our fires 207
’Twas on that dark and fearful morn 185
Unclaimed by the land that bore us 317
Unmoved in the battle 251
Upon Manassas’ bloody plain a soldier boy lay dying 106
Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us 83
Wake! dearest, wake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen 172
We all went down to New Orleans 112
We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil 31
Weep, Louisiana, weep! thy gallant dead 37
We have ridden from the brave southwest 56
We leave our pleasant homesteads 80
We left him on the crimson’d field 234
Well, we can whip them now I guess 232
We’re the boys so gay and happy 177
We’re the Navasota volunteers, our county is named Grimes 294
What shall the Southron’s watchword be 272
When clouds of oppression o’ershaded 30
When history tells her story 242
While crimson drops our hearth-stones stain 41
Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose 14
Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er 364
Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest 20
Would you like to hear my song, I’m afraid it’s rather long 268
Yankee Doodle had a mind 15
Ye men of Alabama 17
Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling 45
Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming 237
Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand 110
You are going to leave me, darling 28
You are going to the wars, Willie boy, Willie boy 275
You can never win us back 8
You know the Federal General Banks 164
Young as the youngest who donned the gray 260
Young Florida sends forth her clan—the old Dominion’s brave 155
Young stranger, what land claims thy birth 292
You shudder as you think upon th’ carnage of the grim report 137
Footnotes:
[1] This was the first song published in the South during the war.
[2] The Rebel ram.
[3] A writer, describing the siege of Vicksburg, gives the following:
“The meal issued to the army was very coarse, and there were no sieves, and the beef, as a general thing, was hardly fit to feed to a dog. Some herds of Texas steers were corraled near the town, lean, gaunt, long-horned, repulsive looking creatures, and every morning the weakest of the herd were slaughtered for the day’s rations. In the Twentieth Alabama, each day a company of men could be seen having in their hands long ox-horns, upon which they occasionally blew a mournful blast, as with solemn steps and slow, they bore to a suitable burial place the beef issued to them for that day. Arrived at the spot a hole was dug, the meat was dumped into it, a mound was heaped over it, a funeral oration was said, the ox-horns once more sounded the dolorous requiem, and then the mourners returned to camp, their heads bowed down with grief and sorrow. Upon inquiring what this woeful pageant meant, I was informed that the men were simply engaged in “the burial of Old Logan.”
[4] Colonel J. J. Archer.
[5] This thrilling song was circulated sub rosa in New Orleans, and at times almost openly. Its bold and defiant tone shows it to have been written by one who must have suffered greatly at the hands of Butler.
[6] The Cotton Supply Association, of Manchester, England.
[7] A touching incident occurred in Montgomery at the beginning of the war. A soldier met a lovely and refined lady in the street, and feeling that in such times we are all sisters and brothers, and wishing to do homage to such beauty, he touched his hat and said: “Lady, I’m going to fight for you.” “Sir,” she instantly replied, “I am going to pray for you.”
[8] Constitutional Liberty against Oppression—a “Cause” decided many times in the Old World, yet to be taught in the New.
[9] The Memphis Appeal published the following:—“On yesterday all the cotton in Memphis was burned. Probably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”
[10] Capt. Riley commanded a battery composed of Irishmen from North Carolina, and was nearly always attached to Hood’s Brigade. The “swarthy old hounds” refer to his Napoleon guns.
[11] In commemoration of Gen. J. B. Gordon’s charge against Hancock’s corps at Spotsylvania Court House, May 12, 1864.
[12] Fremont, “the path-finder.”
[13] Battle of Cedar Run.
[14] Sung by Harry McCarthy, in his “Personation Concerts,” in all the principal towns of the Confederacy.
[15] On the morning of the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, Major General Patrick Cleburne, while riding along the line, encouraging his men, saw an old friend—a captain in his command—barefooted, and feet bleeding. Alighting from his horse he told the Captain to “please” pull off his boots. Upon the Captain doing so, the General told him to try them on, which he did. Whereupon the General mounted his horse, telling the Captain he was tired of wearing boots, and could well do without them. He would hear of no remonstrance, and bidding the Captain good-by, rode away. In this condition he was killed.
[16] Brave to a fault, he was cut down in his early youth, and fell a willing sacrifice at the altar of his country. Among his last words he said, “I fell beside my gun.”
[17] The chorus is sung to the second part of the air, excepting after the fifth and sixth verses.
[18] Several weeks after the commencement of the terrific bombardment, ladies were seen coolly walking the streets, and children in many parts of the city engaged, as ever, in their playing, only stopping their sport for the moment to gaze and listen at the bursting shells.
[19] The above lines were found written upon the back of a five-hundred dollar Confederate note, subsequent to the surrender.