INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR (continued 3)

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

“Yes, give me the land Where the ruins are spread,”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Land of the Palmetto tree Sweet home of liberty”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Farewell to submission Whoever may crave,”—

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

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

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

“Countrymen of Washington! Countrymen of Jefferson!”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They sing of the East With its flowery feast,”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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 Is the banner we give to the breeze:”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He sleeps ’neath the soil that the hero loved well, In the land of his birth, his own sunny South,”—

“Not in the dim Cathedral, Filled with the organ’s tones,”—

“God rest you! Stonewall Jackson— Now your gallant heart is still,”—

“Oh! weep, our gallant chief’s among the dead! Cold lies the sod above his noble head,”—

“‘Who’ve ye got there?’ ‘Only a dying brother, Hurt at the front just now,’”—

“Go to thy rest, great chieftain! In the zenith of thy fame,”—

“In the camp the waning watch-fire, Throws a dim and lurid glare,”—

“A simple sodded mound of earth, With not a line above it,”—

“Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails; Stir up the camp fire bright;”—

“Come, Louisiana soldiers, and listen to my Song, And if you’ll just be patient, I won’t detain you long:”—

“‘I’ll tell you wat, ole Cato,’ Quoth Cuff by the bright camp fire,”—

“Calm was the earth and calm the air, And calm the water’s flow,”—

“No mother bends with tender care, To kiss his burning brow,”—

“Strike for the South! let her name ever be The boast of the true and the brave,”—

“Mourn, mourn along thy mountains high! Mourn, mourn along thine ocean wave!”—

“Oh! mother of states and of men, Bend low thy queenly head,”—

“A cup of your potent ‘mountain dew,’ By the camp fire’s ruddy light”—

“How says’t thou? die tomorrow? Oh My Friend! The bitter, bitter doom!”—

“’Twas on the twelfth of April, Before the break of day,”—

“Ye batter down the lion’s den, But yet the lordly beast goes free;”—

“Beyond my dingy window-pane, This beaming Sunday morn,”—

“To arms, to arms and old Abe shall see, That we have a Southern Confederacy,”—

“Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears, Have we borne the sorrows of four long years,”—

“Oh, dear! it’s shameful, I declare, To see the men all go,”—

“An aged man all bowed with years, Sits by his hearthstone old,”—

“Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, Flashed the sword of Lee,”—

“One morning, just before the break of day, A Major called his men to march away,”—

“Tear down the flag of constellated stars! Blot out its field of blue!”—

“‘Tell the boys the war is ended,’— These were all the words he said,”—

“Black Republican bandits Have crossed to our shore,”—

“Farewell, oh Union! once beloved So tenderly by me;”—

“I hear the rushing of her streams, The murmuring of her trees,”—

“Brave men! thou’rt going forth to face A bold unsulting foe”—

“Where the battles fiercest rage, and the red blood thickest lies, Where the gauntlet and the gage are caught up ’neath burning skies,”—

“Sons of the South, arouse for battle! Gird on your armor for the fight!”—

“The Texas boys are valiant, their courage none deny, And for their country’s freedom they lay them down and die.”—

“When first war’s clarions sounded loud, Texas land, Texas land,”—

“O ye sons of Freedom! now arise! ’Tis your Country that calls on you”—

“Away down South, where the Rio Grande Rolls its tides thro’ the post-oak sandy,”—

“They come! they come! see their bayonets bright, They sparkle and flash across hollow and height,”—

“Stand firm, Texas Rangers! the foe is advancing, We’ll drive back the ruffians, or die on the field”—

“Luna shone in royal splendor, Effulgent o’er the Texian tent”—

“Come all you Texas soldiers, wherever you may be, I’ll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me”—

“Dissevered from her sister states, begirt by foes around, And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground,”—

“Texians, to your banner fly, Texians, now your valor try,”—

“Let the church bells anthems peal, Glad but low;”—

“The shades of night were falling fast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la, The bugler blew that well known blast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,”—

“The Yankee soldiers went down south, Bobbin around,”—

“I saw a scene at sunrise, A year or two ago,”—

“Again a smothered voice speaks out, In accents bold and strong,”—

“They tell us that glad Peace once more has smiled, Upon this land from out the summer sky;”—

“There’s a general alarm. The South’s begun to arm”—

“There’s life in the land that gave Carroll his birth, Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth”—

“Through the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread Of an insolent soldiery now”—

“By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash The tyrant’s war-shout comes,”—

“There lives a man in Washington, A narrow-minded squirt,”—

“They are not dead! they do but keep That vigil, which shall never know,”—

“They are ringing peace on my heavy ear— No peace to my heavy heart!”—

“We were sitting around the table Just a night or two ago”—

“Now, isn’t this Congress of ours something rare? It wants to see how much poor fools can bear”—

“Dewy night has fallen, love! All around lies hushed in sleep”—

“I’ve stood ’mid many a battle blast, And braved the shock of charging horse,”—

“The snow is in the cloud, And night is gathering o’er us”—

“Come, list to my song, It will not be long,”—

“’Tis midnight in the Southern sky— See the starry cross decline!”—

“Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band, Marshalled at your Country’s call,”—

“Musing o’er my gloomy fortune— Thinking of a world so drear”—

“Sweet bird that thrill’st with early note The hedge-row charred and sere,”—

“Unclaimed in the land that bore us, Lost in the land we find,”—

“A toast to Virginia, God bless her! The Mother of heroes and states!”—

“Oh, Jonathan! you little thought, when all your hills, and vales Rang with the cheers for ‘Honest Abe,’ the splitter of the rails,”—

“Our hero-chief, Kentucky’s pride, To whom she gladly doth confide”—

“Dear Uncle Bob: I fear your head Has gone a-thinking I am dead;”—

“Rouse thee my sad hero! rouse thee now to the fray! In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay”—

“Old Man! I pity thee; but not because, Too shallow for deep thought and falsely great,”—

“To go or not to go! that is the question, Whether it pays best to suffer pestering”—

“From out your prison by the sea, Your thoughts at least may wander free,”—

“We’ll stop the flow of festive mirth— From social joys a moment borrow”—

“If in your ‘ashes live their unwonted fires,’ If ye are sons of your heroic sires”—

“I lay my hand upon thy breast, They who strike thee must pierce me first”—

“Toll for the warrior! toll! A requiem sad, yet high”—

“I’m gazing on the pleasant face, And thinking of the time,”—

“Friends are nigh; despair not, Though fast in the despot’s chain!”—

“Hail gentle patron of our stricken land! Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;”—

“Musing lonely, sadly musing, Is my Island prison drear,”—

“Maiden, through death’s gloomy portal, In the far cerulean blue,”—

“Old honest Abe, you are a babe, In military glory;”—

“O Chatham of our day, to thee I turn While my sick heart with freshened strength doth burn,”—

“Amidst the deep corruption of the age, Where Vice and Folly universal rage,”—

“When softly gathering shades of ev’n, Creep o’er the prairies broad and green,”—

“Warm from my bosom I send you this, Deep in my heart these thoughts were nursed,”—

“My children, I have sent ye forth To battle for the right”—

“They sleep the deep sleep ’neath the sanctified sod, Made holy by patriot gore;”—

“On the hard fought field where the battle storm Had echoed its sullen thunder,”—

“In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose Her honor and truth to maintain,”—

“The Union men have left the flour Sauerwein! Poor ‘Sour Wine’”—

“So Tom has turned a poet, what a dear Dull, stupid trait’rous ass’”—

“In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers, Is heard the funereal tread,”—

“Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory, In your narrow soldier graves,”—

“Float proudly o’er Frankfort, thou flag of my heart! The dread of oppressors and hirelings thou art,”—

“Dishonor not our great and ancient flag, That banner which, through fields of blood,”—

“Soldiers! raise your banner proudly, Let it pierce our Texan sky”—

“Hark! now I hear the distant fire, Our pickets on the line return”—

“Put them in a convict’s cell! That’s the worst that you can do!”—

“For those so fair and kind and true, who felt for others grief, We of the South would now entwine fame’s bright undying wreath!”—

“Mothers, wives and maidens fair! Mournful, with disheveled hair,”—

“Ye sons of Sires, of manly deeds, who died for love of right, Again the despot spoils your lands and justice bids you fight”—

“Drape in gloom our Southern Ensign! Gently fold its crimson bars, While cypress wreaths around it twine, and dim with tears its burning stars”—

“Give me the death of those Who for their country die”—

“Here’s to Jackson brave and true, Whom the base invaders slew,”—

“Father! Mother! dry your tears; Cease your noble boy to mourn,”—

“Flow on, thou bright river, flow on to the deep, And soothe with thy murmurs the dead in their sleep”—

“O that I were a man, that I could grasp the sword, By love of country and high hopes of victory lured,”—

“Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze, Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main,”—

“Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love! To rest and recruit from my wounds.”—

“From the silver sands of a gleaming shore, Where the wild sea-waves were breaking”—

“Old trees, old trees, in your mystic gloom, There is many a warrior laid,”—

“There was a city fabulously grand; The riches of the world were in her hand,”—

“Oh, Triple-Barred Banner! the badge of the free! What coward would falter in duty to thee”—

“Away! my steed in thy joyous pride, With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stride!”—

“For trumpet and drum, have the soft voice of maiden; For the trumpet of armed men, have the maze of the dance;”—

“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s hearts That is tuned alike, the one”—

“It is evening of a sultry day, And my darlings two, on the steps at play”—

“In ancient days, Jehovah said, In voice both sweet and calm,”—

“I cannot listen to your words, The land is long and wide”—

“The bugles blow the battle call, And through the camp each stalwart band,”—

“The tune was, I said, ‘I won’t marry,’ But oh! how could I then have e’er thought”—

“Caesar, afloat with his fortunes! And all the world agog!”—

“Kentucky’s the twelfth Star. Now she is great, Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;”—

“God of Battles, hear and save us, From the foes who would enslave us!”—

“Two armies stand enrolled beneath, The banner with the starry wreath”—

“I was a glorious Wide-Awake, All marching in a row;”—

“The galling chain has fettered now, Our free and noble state:”—

“In the town of Chicago as you know very well, Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dwell”—

“Why Jerry, what means all this sadness and fear? Here’s your bitter man! why do you cry?”—

“Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam! De way you take is wrong; You’ll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long”—

“Oh, my name is Uncle Snow, and I’d have you all to know, I’m an artist wid de brush by profession;”—

“When golden lines of evening light Along the tops of mountains rest;”—

“The Briton boasts his coat of red, With lace and spangles decked”—

“Straws show the way the wind blows, And I’ve often thought an emblem grows:”—

“In a little lonely hillock Where the South wind softly sighs”—

“Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest’s wild howling, Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep”—

“The rain is splashing on my sill, But all the winds of Heaven are still,”—

“Sweet Malvern Hill is wreathed in flame, From serried ranks the steel is gleaming”—

“The swallow leaves the ancient eaves, As in the days agone;”—

“Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth! Uplift your flag on high,”—

“Up, up, let the stars of our banner, Flash out like the brilliants above,”—

“Oh come boys, come with a merry heart and will; up with the flag, up with the flag And bear it onward to victory still, up with the flag and away”—

“Love dwells within your sunny smiles, And heaven in your heart”—

“How are you, boys, I’m just from camp, And feel as brave as Caesar;”—

“The peace of the valley is fled, The calm of its once happy bowers”—

“The Yanks were sure that we were theirs, Submissive prey of the Northern bears,”—

“Ruler of nations! bow thy ear, I cannot understand”—

“It is not always dark! When night’s black shades are round us chill”—

“Some generals love the battle’s roar, And laurels red and gory;”—

“For sixty days and upwards A storm of shell and shot”—

“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve! I, who for tyrants never swerve”—

“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide, And thousands packed the court”—

“Methinks I see him even now,— His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”—

“Light is breaking from the clouds, Wintry snow no more enshroud”—

“Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free, The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty”—

“Glorious Virginia! Freedom sprang, Light to her feet at thy trumpets’ clang:”—

“Grandly thou fillest the world’s eye today, My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown”—

“The mother of States! In song and in story, Virginia’s the proudest name ever enrolled”—

“The cloud is dark,—the storm is nigh, The foeman’s step advances,”—

“Virginia, Virginia! your children of glory, Are wedded forever to historic story”—

“The sun looked forth in glory; A day of joy it seemed;”—

“Unconquered captive, close thine eye, And draw the ashen sackcloth o’er,”—

“O Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land, Of the warlike Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band”—

“Land of my birth! my love, my pride, all honor to thy name, Thy children have no cause to blush, though jealous of thy fame!”—

“Consummatum—the work of destruction is done, The race of the first of the States has been run”—

“Child—‘See that blue line, Mother, Coming ’round the hill’”—

“Go thou and search the archives, Of all recorded time”—

“The foe has hemmed us round, we stand at bay, Here will we perish or be free today!”—

“‘Virginia to the rescue!’ ’tis her children’s battle cry, Whose name is it they join with hers, and what echoes fill the sky?”—

“Virginia hears the dreadful summons, Sounding hoarsely from afar”—

“The knightliest of the knightly race, Who, since the days of old,”—

“Proud Mother of a race that reared— The brave and good of ours,”—

“‘These are my jewels,’ said a Roman dame, Long years ago.—Virginia says the same,”—

“’Twas on a windy night in March, In a chamber lone at Washington”—

“You dared not think I’d never come, You could not doubt your Mother;”—

“Come, to my side, my gallant children come, Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:”—

“Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise, Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise,”—

“The Old Line’s foot is on thy shore, Maryland, Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland”—

“From our ancient moss-veiled forests, Jasmine bowers, savannahs green”—

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

“Folded in the thoughtful mantle, Night around the wretched binds;”—

“The hour was sad, I left the maid, A lingering farewell taking”—

“I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart, It is my country’s call, dear, to aid her I depart”—

“Here’s to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave, With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!”—

“Go soldiers, arm you for the fight, God shield the cause of Justice, Right:”—

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing, And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May”—

“’Tis just three years this morning, Since last I viewed this spot;”—

“Come forth, ye gallant heroes, Rub up each rusty gun,”—

“South Carolina, a fiery little thing, Said she wouldn’t stay in a government Where Cotton wasn’t King;”—

“’Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright, The bird’s sweet song was lovely”—

“All day long beside the window, Gazing through the mist and rain,”—

“As one oppressed who feels the coming of A storm, insensible to splendor of”—

“I sing of war— Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the shoulder”—

“Hail to the Chief! who in triumph has scatter’d The clouds that o’er Texas so gloomily press’d”—

“O God of battles! once again, With banner, trump and drum,”—

“A brood of skulkers are ye all! As deaf as adders to the call”—

“Come! come! come! Come, brothers, you are called,”—

“Now is the hour, men of the South, To strike for life or death”—

“March, march, on brave ‘Palmetto’ boys”—

“Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle cry, And whip the Yankees from our land,”—

“Awake! arise my warriors! Liberty, your mother calls to you!”—

“Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion! From your serried ranks of war!”—

“The forests are green by the homes of the South But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;”—

“Often, by a treacherous sea-side, I have heard the ocean’s roar,”—

“What are the war-waves saying, As they compass us around?”—

“A day of wrath, was that which shone, Upon Manassas’ plain”—

“Give me the gold that war had cost, Before this peace-expanding day”—

“Our cannon’s mouths are dumb—no more Our volleyed muskets peal,”—

“Oh, have you heard the cruel news? Alas! it is too true;”—

“Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread, That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;”—

“We come! we come, for Death or life, For the Grave, or Victory!”—

“The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight, The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light,”—

“Weep! for a fallen land, For an unstained flag laid low;”—

“Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er, We’ve laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;”—

“In charms now we slumber, and insults in number We hear from our insolent foes;”—

“What! have ye come to spoil our fields, Black hearts and bloody hands!”—

“We left him on the crimson’d field, Where battle storms had swept,”—

“The boys down South in Dixie’s land, Will come and rescue Maryland”—

“Come along, boys, we’ll go off to the wars, Never mind the times, we’ll all march cheerily,”—

“Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear, On your bleeding country’s altar,”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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,”—

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

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

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

“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?”—

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

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

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

“Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price”—

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

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

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

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

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

“Arm! Arm without any words!”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ye Cavaliers of Dixie That guard our Southern shores”—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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? Say to her I died As a brave soldier should—true to the last;”—

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

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

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

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

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

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