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CONTENTS.

1. Northmen, comb out! % . • . CG. Leland. • 12. The Land and The Flag ....... C T. Brooks. . 23. Union and Liberty . * 0. W. Holmes. . 44. Put it through! E.E.Hale. » 6

. „ „ - ( Martin Luther. )5. A Mighty Fortress is our God ...

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«. Thk Nxohx-Guxko .. ..• iESLl '»7. Soldier's Morning-Song j CI r JSroofo I

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8. We're at War CG.Leland. • 129. Harvard-Students* Song Jw/ia TFarrfjSoioe. 14

10. The Why and Wherefore ..1611. Korner's Prayer C T. Brooks. • 1312. Sharpshooter's Song C. G. Leland. . 2013. Our Country is calling F.H. Hedge, . 2214. The Volunteer's Good-rye 2ft15. Old Faneuil Hall . . E. E. Hale. , . %f16. Trumpet Song 0. W. Holme* • 2817. A Compromise • • 8018. Shall Freedom droop and die? .... C. G. Leland. • • 8819. The Lass of the Pamunky ...... F. J. Child. • . 8420. The High-toned Southern Gentleman • • 9 8621. The Rising of the North ..3822. Bully boy Billy H. P. Leland, * 4123. Overtures from Richmond . • . . • • F.J. Child. • • 4224. Cavalry Song ........... C. G. Leland. . • 4525. I 'll be a Sergeant ......... H. A. W. ... 4626. The Vow C.T. Brooks. . 4927. For a' that and a' that Mrs. T. Sedgwick. 5028. Would you be a Soldier, Laddy? 5229. My Briar Pipe H. P. Leland. , 6530. we're not tired of fighting yet! . C. G. Leland. • . 5631. Hark! that stern Voice! C. T.Brooks. . • 58

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NORTHMEN, COMB OUT!

1. Northmen, come out! Forth un-to battle with storm and shout! Free - dom

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1 Northmen, come out!Forth unto battle with storm and shout!Freedom calls you once again,To flag and fort and tented plain;Then come with drum and trump and song,And raise the war-cry wild and strong,Northmen, come out!

2 Northmen, come out!Give the pirates a roaring rout!Out in your strength, and let them knowHow Working Men to Work can go.Out in your might, and let them feelHow Mudsills strike when edged with steel.Northmen, come out!

3 Northmen, come out!Come like your grandsires stern and stout!Though Cotton be of Kingly stock,Yet royal heads may reach the block:The Puritan taught it once in pain,His sons shall teach it once again.Northmen, come out!

4 Northmen, come out!Forth unto battle with storm and shout!He who lives, with victory's blest,He who dies, gains peaceful rest.Living or dying, let us beStill vowed to God and liberty!Northmen, come out! 0. G. LBXiAXD.

No. 2.THE LAND AND THE FLAG.

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Comrades plighted,

Fast united,

Firm to death for Freedom stand !

See your country torn and bleeding

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Hear a mother's solemn pleading

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Bescue Freedom's promised land

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In her keeping

Dust lies slefping,

Kindled once with noblest fires;

Hark ! e'en now their slumbers breaking,

Bound her flag, indignant waking,

Muster our immortal sires

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Ensign glorious,

Float victorious

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Treason's gloomy hordes dispel!

Cheer the freeman sinking—dying-Send the pallid foeman flying,

Triumph o'er the might of hell

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Night may shroud us,Death becloud us,

Through all glooms thy stars shall shine IMotherland, before thine altar,

Swear we ne'er to faint or falter,

Conquering—falling—still we're thine

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UNION AND LIBEKTY.

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Flag of the heroes who left us their glory,

Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame,

Blazoned in song, and illumined in story,

, Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame I

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Light of our firmament, guide of our nation,

Pride of her children, and honored afar,

Let the wide beams of thy full constellation

Scatter each cloud that would darken a star

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Empire unseeptered ! what foe shall assail thee,

Bearing the standard of Liberty's van f

Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee,

Striving with men for the birth right of man.

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Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted,

Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw.Then, with the arms of thy millions united,

Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law

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Lord of the Universe ! shield us and guide us,

Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun I

Thou hast united us, who shall divide lis?

Keep us, keep us, the Many in one.o. w. uoimm.

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Come, Freemen of the Land,Gome, meet the last demand,Here's a piece of work in hand,

Put it through !Here's a log across the wayWe have stumbled on all day,Here's a ploughshare in the clay,

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2Here's a country that's half free,

And it waits for you and meTo say what its fate shall be,

Put it through !While one traitor thought remains,While one spot its banner stains,One link of all its chains,

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3Hear our brothers in the field,Steel your swords as theirs are steeled*Learn to wield the arms they wield,

Put it through

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Lock the shop and lock the store,And chalk this upon the door,

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Put it through

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4For the 5|irthrights yet unsold,For the History yet untold,For the Future not unrolled,

Put it through

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Lest our children point with shameOn the fathers' dastard fame,Who gave up a nation's name,

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No. 5.A MIGHTY PORTRESS IS OUR GOD.

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A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR QOD.1

A mighty fortress is our God,A bulwark never failing •Our helper he, amid the floodOf mortal ills prevailing.

For still our ancient foeBoth seek to work us woe

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His craft and power are great,And, armed with cruel hate,On earth is not his equal.

2Bid we in our own strength confide.Our striving would be losing—

Were not the right man on our side,The man of God's own choosing

Bost ask, who that may be1Christ Jesus, it is he ;Lord Sabaoth his name,From age to age the same,And he must win the battle.'

And though this world, with devils filled,Should threaten to undo us,'

We will not fear, for God hath willedHis truth to triumph through us.Ihe Prince of Barkness grim—We tremble not for him

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His rage we can endure/\* or lo ! his doom is sure

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4That word above all earthly powers—No thanks to them-abideth

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The spirit and the gifts are ours,Inrough him who with us sideth.Let goods and kindred eo.

This mortal life also;The body they may kill,God's truth abideth still, !

His kingdom is for ever.

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With feeling,THE NIGHT GUABD.

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When in the gloomy midnight deepMy solitary watch I keep,I think on her I left behind,

And ask is she still true and kind.2

When I was forced to march away,How warm a kiss she gave that day ;With ribbons bright my cap she drest,And clasped me to her faithful breast.

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She loves me still, to me is kind,Therefore I keep a cheerful mind ;Through coldest nights my bosom glows,Whene'er on her my thoughts repose.

4Oh if thou weep'st, by grief distressed,To think of me with danger pressed,Be calm, God keeps me everywhere,A faithful soldier is his care

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No. 7. 11SOLDIER'S MORNING SONG.

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Lift up your drowsy heads

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Loud snort the steeds, " Good morningVForsake your grassy beds

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The sunlit steel is gleaming,Undimmed by battle's breath;

Of garlands men are dreaming,And thinking, too, of death.

2 Thou gracious God, in kindnessLook down from thy blue tent

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We rushed not forth in blindness,By thee to battle sent.

O lift on high before usThy truth's all-conquering sign:

The flag of Christ floats o'er us,The fight, O Lord, is thine!

3 There yet shall come a morning,A morning mild and bright:

All good men bless its dawning,And angels hail the sight.

Soon from her night of sadnessThis suffering land shall wake;

O break, thou day of gladness!Thou day of Freedom break!

4 Then peals from all the towers

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And peals from every breast!And peace from stormy hours,And love and joy and rest!

Then songs of triumph loudlyShall swell through all the air,

And we'll remember proudly,We, too, brave blades! were there.

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Wo. 8.WE'RE AT WAR.

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We're at war ! and the word is to battle

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We're at war !— and will dare it like men,When the roar and the rash and the rattle

Call the soldier to glory again.

Go on ! go on ! we're hereJGo on ! without a fear!

With the foe drawing nigh, and our ranks sweeping by,We will conquer or die, boys, hurrah

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2Te're at war !— and the men who begun it

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Bet them fill to the fight—when they've won it

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Let them fill—we will soon fill their graves.CHORUS.

Go on ! go on ! we're here 1 &e.

3We're at war ! Hip hurrah for the order

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Fire and charge ! Hip hurrah for the fight fWe will drive them to death o'er the border

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They are breaking to left and to right

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4We're at war in a glorious oommunion,With Freedom and Faith on our side

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With the foe drawing nigh, and our ranks sweeping bytWe will conquer or die, boys, hurrah

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Remember ye the fateful gun that soundedTo Sumter's walls from Charleston's treacherous shore ?

Remember ye how hearts indignant bounded,When our first dead came back from Baltimore ?

The banner fell that every breeze had flattered,The hum of thrift was hushed with sudden woe

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We raised anew the emblems shamed and shattered,And turned a front resolved to meet the foe.

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Remember ye, how, out of boyhood leaping,Our gallant mates stood ready for the fray ?

As new-fledged eaglets rise, with sudden sweeping,And meet unscared the dazzling front of day.

Our classic toil became inglorious leisure,We praised the calm Hpratian ode no more

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But answered back with song the martial measure,That held its throb above the cannon's roar.

3Remember ye the pageants dim and solemn,

Where Love and Grief have borne the funeral pall ?The joyless marching of the mustered column,

With arms reversed to Him who conquers all ?Oh ! give them back, thou bloodybreastof Treason,They were our own, the darlings of our hearts

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They come benumbed and frosted out of season,With whom the summer of our youth departs.

Look back no more ! our time has come, my Brothers IIn Fate's high roll our names are written too

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We fill the mournful gaps left bare by others,The ranks where Fear has never broken through.

Look, ancient Walls, upon our stern election !Keep, Echoes dear, remembrance of our breath

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And gentle eyes, and hearts of pure affection,Light us resolved to Victory or Death

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JULIA WJLRD HOW*.

16 Mo. 10.THE WHY AND WHEKEEOBE.

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" Where,where,where,and where, and where are you bound,young man 1Where,where,where,and where, and where are you bound,young man?"

" I'm off to the war, with the good men and true,And had'nt you better come along too ?

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u Why, why, why, and why, and why to the war, young man ?Why, why, why, and why, and why to the war, young man % "

" Did a man ever fight for a holier cause,Than Freedom and Flag, and Equal Laws ?

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3" Which, which, which, and which, and which is the Flag of the Free?Which, which, which, and which, and which is the Flag of the Free % "

u O Washington's Flag, with the stripes and the stars,Will you give such a name to the thing with the bars ?

I speak my mind quite freely,Now ree'ly."

4u Who, who, who, and who, and who goes with you to the war?Who, who, who, and who, and who goes with you to the war ?/?

" Ten thousand brave lads, and if they should stay here,The girls would cry shame, and they'd volunteer

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They speak their mind quite freely,Now ree'iy."

5*• When,when,when, and when, and when do you mean to come back ?When,when,when,and when, and when do you mean to come back fw

" When Rebellion is crushed, and the Union restored,And Freedom is safe,—yes, then, please the Lord I

I speak my mind quite freeiv,Now ree'ly.

6u What, what, what, and what, and what will you gain by that ?What, what, what, and what, and what will you gain by that ? "

" O Fve gained enough, whatever the cost,If Freedom, the hope of the world, isn't lost.

I speak my mind quite freely,Now ree'ly.

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Hear us, All-pitiful

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God of all strength and salvation

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Thou hast by grace divine

Wakened to freedom the nation

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Not Hell can us alarm;

God, thy almighty arm

Crushes the tower of delusion

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Lead us, Lord God of might IMay we victorious fight

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Scatter our foes in confusion

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Lead us ! though death's deep gloom.

Be, by thy will, our doom,

Praise to thy name still we render

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Trust we in Thee, our Defender

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No. 12. 21SHARPSHOOTER'S SONG.

A man who owned a telescopeOne midnight raised it high,And as he took his sight, a starWent darting through the sky.Some country folks stood round about,And 'mongst the rest a clown cried out,

" Hurrah, hurrah, a splendid shot,You brought the fellow down I"

2There's many a splendid Southern starWho shines with baleful light,But when our telescopes go upHe gleams no more that night.Our rifles flash, the bullet flies,That planet sets, no more to rise ;

So it is true that telescopesCan bring a foeman down.

3Hurrah for Galileo, boys,That ancient valiant youth,

The first that made a telescope,And would'nt flinch from truth.They said, "you've had a glass too much,We've racks and whips in store for such ;"

" I can't help that," said he, " it movJss :"

And so he brought them down !4

Hurrah, hurrah ! great Freedom's truth

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And we are Galileo's boys,And help it with a will.It moves the South, it moves the world,And on it goes, by freemen hurled,

And he who tries to check the truthBefore us soon goes down !

C. G. LELAND.

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Our country is calling; go forth, go forth !

To danger and glory ye gallants

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In danger your manhood must prove its worth,There hearts are weighed in the balance

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And he who would win his life at last,Must throw it all on the battle's cast.

Chorus—And he who would win his life at last,Must throw it all on the battle's cast.

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Our country is calling—our country that bleedsWith daggers which Treason has planted

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' Tis Honor that beckons where Loyalty leads.

We follow with spirits undaunted.The soldier who meets death face to face,Is foremost now of the patriot race.

Cho.—The soldier who meeets death face to face,Is foremost now of the patriot race.

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Our country is calling ; we come, we come

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For freedom and union we rally jOur heart-beat echoes the beating drum,Our thoughts with the trumpet tally.

Our bosom pants for the doomful day,

When treason shall front us in battle array,Cho.—Our bosom pants for the doomful day,

When treason shall front us in battle array,4

Our country is calling, with names that of oldEmblazoned America's story

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May those of to-day, when its tale shall be told>Blaze with them forever in glory !

Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scars,No SGathg on its stripes, and no cloud on its stars

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Cho.—Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scare,No scathe on its stripes, and no cloud on its stars

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5CT? •fjuS±%SgLtry ! record the vow we breathe !est, our weakest now are strong.

1 Up, gun, to the shoulder! flash, sword, from the sheath!We heed the noble lesson our fathers did bequeath

:

Our All for thee, dear Country ! record the vow we breathe!

2 For Freedom we fight! if for Freedom we fall,We shrink not and we doubt not, for God is over all:We may not shun the battle when he has giv'n the call.

3 One sigh for our loved ones shall do us no wrong:They would not have us linger, thousrh the parting may be long:Our gentlest are our bravest, our weakest now are strong.

4 Bear eyes, be ye bright when your soldiers return!Dear homes, for good men's blessing, and your sweet praise we yearn!Ye shall not need to blush for us, though haply ye may mourn.

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26 No. 15.OLD FANEUIL HALL!

JENNY'S BAWBEE.ftfoderato.

¥ *51. Come soldiers, join a Yan - kee song, And

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cheer us, as

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we marchi=gi

a - long, With

£££ -N—*7Yankee voi - ces, full and strong, Join in cho - rus all

;

m a•JL---M- *-=fcOur Yan - kee no - tions here we bring, Our

is=2= K- \z w—*-Yan - kee cho - rus here we sing, So

make the Dix - ie for-est ring, With "Old Faneuil Hall!"

Come soldiers, joiu a Yankee song,

And cheer us, as we march along,

With Yankee voices,—full and strong,Join in chorus all

;

Our Yankee notions here we bring,

Our Yankee chorus here we sing,

So make the Dixie forest ring

With "Old Faneuil Hall!"

No. 15. 27OLD FA1TETJIL HALL!

2When first our fathers made us free,When old King George first taxed the tea,They swore tbey would not bend the knee,

But armed them one and all

!

In days like those the chosen spot

To keep the hissing water hot,To pour the tea-leaves in the pot,

Was Old Faneuil Hall !3

So when, to steal our tea and toast,At Sumter first the rebel hostPrepared to march along the coast,

At Jeff Davis' call,He stood on Sumter's tattered flag,To cheer tbem with the game of brag,And bade them fly his Rebel Eag

On Old Faneuil Hall !4

But war's a game that two can play

;

They waked us up that very day,And bade the Yankees come away

Down South—at Abram's call

!

And so I learned my facings right,And so I packed my knapsack tight,And then I spent the parting night

In Old Faneuil Hall!

5And on that day which draws so nigh,When rebel ranks our steel shall try

—

When sounds at last the closing cry" Charge bayonets all !

"

TJe Yankee shout from far and near,Which broken ranks in flying hear,Shall be a rousing Northern cheer

From Old Faneuil Hall!B. &HAX8.

28 Wo. 16.TRUMPET SONG.

WAS BLASEN DIE TROMPETEN?

1. The battle-drum's loud rattle is rending the air,The troopers all are mounted, their

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No. 16. 20TBUMPET? SONG.

1

The battle-drum's loud rattle is rending the air,

The troopers all are mounted, their sabres are bare

;

The guns are unlimbered, the bayonets shine,

Hark ! hark ! 'tis the trumpet-call ! wheel into line I

Tara! tatata!

Trum trum, tra ra ra ra

!

Beat drums and blow trumpets

!

Hurrah boys, hurrah 1

2

March onward, soldiers, onward, the strife is begun,

Loud bellowing rolls the boom of the black-throated gun jThe rifles are cracking, the torn banners toss,

The sabres are clashing, the bayonets cross!

Ta ra, etc.

3

Down with the leaguing liars, the traitors to their trust,Who tramfled the fair charter of Freedom in dust!They falter, they waver, they scatter, they run,

The field is our own, and the battle is won !

Ta ra, etc.

4

God save our mighty people, and prosper our cause

!

We're fighting for our nation, our land*, and our laws

!

Though tyrants may hate us, their threats we defy,And drum-beat and trumpet shall peal our reply

!

Ta ra, «tc.

o. w. boihki.

30A COMPROMISE.

No. 17.

§11

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' 1. C. S. A., would like a trace! Ha! Ha! a compromise!

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No. 17. 81A COMPROMISE.

1

C. S. A., would like a truce

!

Ha ! Ha ! a compromise

!

Fighting aint of any use

!

Ha ! Ha ! a compromise !Never mind who's wrong or right,

Mudsills can't be made **> fight,

And, besides, it costs a sight

!

Ha! Ha! a compromise!

2

Neutral Bull says, " my advice,"Ha! Ha! the neutral Bull !

" Is to patch it all up nice,"

Ha ! Ha ! the neutral Bull !"Let your wayward sisters go,

I'm your friend that tells ye so,

Love ye just as fire loves tow !

"

Ha! Ha! the neutral Bull I

3

Guess wfc'd better fix it so,

Ha! Ha! a compromise I

Gulp our shame and let'em go,

Ha! Ha! a compromiseLet's own up that we're afraid,

That for ruling they were made, '

We to lick their boots and trade!Ha! Ha ! a compromise !

A COMPROMISE.

4

Shame on hopes of patching peace,

Ha ! Ha ! a compromise IWith such bloody knaves as these

!

Ha! Ha! etc.Traitors have no right to hope

Any peace beneath heaven's cope,Till they dangle from a rope

!

Ha ! Ha ! etc.

5

Give us back the tears we've shed,

Ha! Ha! etc.

Our gallant boys, untimely dead

!

Ha! Ha! etc.

Give us back the pangs you've cost,

Give us back our grandeur lost,

Futures by your treason crossed

!

Ha! Ha! etc.

6

Give'em empire ? give'em bricks I

Ha! Ha! etc.

To the tune of Seventy-six!

Ha! Ha! etc.

Give'em shot and give'em shell,

Drive your bayonets homeward weB,

That's the compromise with hell!

Ha! Ha! etc.

No. 17.

33FREEDOM DROOP AND DIE?

1. Shall Freedom, freedom,droop and die,And we stand idle by ;2. If for her flag, her flag, on high,You bravely fight and die,3. But should you basely, basely fly, Scared by the battle cry,

ISlIIIiigiiliiisWhen countless millions yetBe sure that God on hisThen down thro* all e - ter «

unborn, When countless mil -lionsgreat roll, Be 6ure that God onni - ty, Then down through all e -

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un - born Will ask the rea - son why?great roll, Will mark the rea - son why.

ter - ni - ty, You'll hear the rea - son why.

Shall Freedom droop and die,And we stand idle by,When countless millions yet unbornWill ask the reason why ?

If for her flag on high

You bravely fight and die,Be sure that God, on his great roll,Will mark the reason why.

3But should you basely fly,Scared by the battle cry,Then down through all eternityYou'll hear the reason why.

0. a. LELAXD.

34 No. 10.

THE I^LSS OP THE PAMUNKY.

§ ma ifct1. Your " groves" and "glens" I ne'er ad

gfe HHp- mired, And your "broom" and "birks" they

^^ggJEJ^^i^lS3^pall so! Of " burn-sides" (all but one,) I'm

3=a=s==*tired, And of their " bon - ny las ses

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The man

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Ho, 19. 35

THE LASS OP THE PAMUNKY.l

Your "glens" and "groves" I ne'er admired,And O your " broom " and " birks," they pall so S

Of Burn-sides (all but one) I 'm tired,And of your " bonny lasses " also.

The man that sings the " Banks of Doon,"—And braes,— I hold him but a donkey

;

My heart beats to another tune,And that ?s the Banks of the Pamunky.

2

For that famed "Lass of Pattie's Mill"I would n't give one nickel penny

;

Of " Nannies " we 've quite had our fill,Of "Peggies" and of "Jessies" many.

Ditto the " Lass of Ballochmyle,"All set so tediously to one key

;

Suppose we try a different style,And sing the Lass of the Pamunky

!

Then sing no more the " Banks of Cree,"Or " Afton's," green and softly rounded,

But sing the steamer on the P

—

,

Where they took me when I was wounded.And sing the maiden kind and true,

Trim, handy, quiet, sweet, and spunky,That nursed me, and made no ado,When I lay sick on the Pamunky.

Fair hands ! but not too nice or coyTo soothe my pangs with service tender

;

Soft eyes ! that watched a wasted boy,All loving, as your land's defender !—

0, I was then a wretched shade,But now I 'm strong, and growing chunky,

So Forward ! and God bless the maidThat saved my life on the Pamunky

!

F. J. CHILD.

36 No. 20*

THE HIGH-TONED SOTTTHEBN GENTLEMAN.

i?=2ii1. Down in the sun - ny Southern clime the

m m 33 n=-*—curioug ones may find A rip - ping, tear • ing,

^Sgen - tie - man of an un - com-mon kind, A

g£

stagg'ring, swagg'ring sort of chap, that takes his whis •

if! =9^key straight, And fre - quent-ly condemns his eyes un

5=F=e£e£Quite slow,

to an aw - fill fate, A High-toned SouthernP=

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Gen - tie - man, one of the pres - ent time.

No. 20. 37

THE HIGH-TONED SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN.

[The words in italics are to be spoken, or given in recitative.]

Down in the sunny Southern clime the curious ones may findA ripping, tearing gentleman of an uncommon kind,—A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his whiskey straight,And frequently condemns his eyes unto an awful fate,—A " high-toned Southern gentleman," one of the present time.

He always wears a full dress coat, pre-Adamite in cut,With waistcoat of the broadest style, through which his ruffles jut

;

Six breast-pins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shineWhole invoices of diamond rings, which would hardly pass muster with the

Original Jacobs in Chatham Street

for jewels genuine

;

This " high-toned Southern gentleman," one of the oresent time.

He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand,Especially when those he tricks his style don't understand,And if he wins, why then he stops to pocket all the stakes,But if he loses, then he says to the unfortunate stranger who had chanced to

jwin, " It 's my opinion you are a cursed Abolitionist, and ifyou don*t leavethese parts in an hour, you 'U be hung like a dog ! " but no offer

to pay his losses makes ;This " high-toned Southern gentleman," one of the present time.

Of course he *s all the time in debt to those who credit give,Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live

;

But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed,This honorable gentleman instantly draws his bowie-knife and pistols, dons

a blue cockade, and declares that, in consequence of the repeated aggressions

of the North, and its gross violations of the Constitution, he feels that itwould utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever, and that in fact hehas at last determined to secede !

This " high-toned Southern gentleman," one of the present time.*

# TVia nnlm/vcra AufkiM- fa ya/isiAei&rl t/t av/»iib41 a fare friflirifip ^bflnffofi.

zs Ho. 2L

THE RISING OF THE NORTH,WHA'LL BE KINO BUT CHARLIE.

Cob Spiritoe

1^1^1111=1 =E -V—

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1. Last summer when this migh - ty war In -

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nous was lag - ging, And

$m mm =fcnicra folks were feel • ing sore, And

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all cesh was brag - ging,

3==£Says Abe, " Hoi - lo, Sirs ! This goes too slow, Sirs ! Come,

£ -N-tXcall out men mil lion! We'll

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No. 21. 39

THE RISING OP THE NORTH.

1

Last summer, when this mighty warIngloriously was lagging,

And Union folks were feeling sore,And all Secesh was bragging,

Says Abe, " Hollo, Sirs ! This goes too slow, Sirs !

Come, call out men a million !"We '11 all go down to Richmond town,

And finish up rebellion."

Then Judah Baker, up in Maine,Says, " You be off, my five boy6

!

Go set the Union up again,Or don't come back alive, boys !

"

From Maine to Kansas the nation answers,From Michigan to Missouri

;

Impending shame fans high the flame,And fills the land with fury.

3

New Hampshire sends six Sanborn lads,With them Brown Brothers seven

;

The Twomblys brave, the sons and dads,Of six and five make 'leven.

The Granite-Staters, they brook no traitors,No more will Minnesota

;

Connecticut remembers Put,And hurries up her quota.

Vermont won't stop to hum and haw,Be sure her men turn out Well

!

" My six sons and my son-in-lawI '11 send," says Mrs. Boutwell.

New York, Ohio a glorious trioMake up with Pennsylvania

;

40 No. 2L-

THE RISING OF THE NORTH.5

Five Kays, five Cookes, five Hodgdons rushTo speak for Massachusetts

;

For her the grandsires shall not blush,Like them she 's still a few sets.

" Come out ! " says Rhody, " come everybody I

"

She 's little, but she 's plucky

;

The Jersey Blues no time will lose,Nor lingers old Kentucky.

6

Dame Upright, out in Illinois,—The Suckers, what can daunt them !—

Says, " Abe, here 's my eight oldest boys ;I 've three more when you want them."

Half Indiana flocks to the banner,And Delaware is not tardy;

And Iowa sends to the frayHer trappers keen and hardy.

7

Wisconsin sure is pretty far

;

She 's with the earliest comers

!

To make things perpendicularShe sends her seven Plummers.

And wild Nebraska if you should ask her• To stay at home, would scorn ye

;

And all the gold e'er mined or toldCan't hold back Californy.

8

'T was thus Columbia's sons arose,When Abram sounded danger ;

And thus they aye will meet her foes,The traitor or the stranger !

So true arid steady, they 're always readyTo go where she will lead 'em

;

Let her but call, and one and all,

They '11 give their lives for Freedom *

* A few of many families who hare given a large number of soldiers to the Union

No. 22.BULLY BOY, BILLY.

41

Scherzando.

pnnmFLEMISH ABEL

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{spoken)

1. Well, Bul-ly Boy Billy, where will you go now, now ? Bully Boy

m^ _£_i_p_Bil - ly, where will you go now ?

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I'm off on a tramp to

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the soldiers in camp// Hop-sa - sa, fal - ha-la, Bui - ly for you!

Well, Bully Boy Billy, where will you go now, nowtBully Boy Billy, where will you go now ?" I'm off on a tramp, to the soldiers in camp,"—Hop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for you !

2

Well, Bully Boy Billy, what will you do there, there ?Bully Boy Billy, what will you do there ?

—

•' I'll join them and fight, for /know what's right,"

—

Hop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for you

!

3

Well, Bully Boy Billy, come tell us what's right, right/Bully Boy Billy, come tell us what's right

!

" To fight like a man, for the Union's the plan,"—

•

Hop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for U— (N. I. 0. N. too!)4

Well, Bully Boy Billy, come count us in too, too!Bully Boy Billy, come count us in too

!

The rebellion we'll quell,— send Jeff Davis to— wellHop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for U— (N. I. 0. N. too!")

HENRY P. LELAND.

42OVERTURES PROM RICHMOND.

(A NEW LILLIBURLERO.)

No. 23.

1WQ3

£EE -•=£=Mz1. ' Well, Un - cle Sam," says Jef - fer - son D.,

=tc HLil - li - bur le ro, old Un - cle Sam,

tm m41 You'll have to join my Con - fed' - ra - cy,

:3= s§£ m:tLil - li - bur - le - ro, old Un - cle Sam.

m Fk-=fc *E££Le - ro, le ro, that don't ap - pear 0,

s mm lisEthat don't ap - pear," says old Un - cle Sam,

£ r—r_" Le • ro, le ro, fil - i - bus - te- ro,

3= * 3 Sll£ .*=—®= *

.

that don't ap - pear," says old Un - cle.=fc

Sam.

No. 23. 43

OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND

A NEW LILLIBURLERO.

1

« Well, Uncle Sam/' says Jefferson D.,Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam,

" You '11 have to join my Confed'racy,"Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam.

"Lero, lero, that don't appear O, that don't appear," says old Uncle Sam,"Lero, lero, filibustero, that don't appear," says old Uncle Sam.

" So, Uncle Sam, just lay down your arms,Lilliburlero, etc.,

" Then you shall hear my reas'nable terms,"Lilliburlero, etc.

" Lero, lero, I 'd like to hear O, I 'd like to hear," says old Uncle Sam," Lero, lero, filibustero, I 'd like to hear," says old Uncle Sam.

" First, you must own I Ve beat you in fight,"Lillibunero, etc.,

" Then, that I always have been in the right/'Lilliburlero, etc.

" Lero, lero, rather severe O, rather severe," says old Uncle Sam," Lero, lero, filibustero, rather severe," says old Uncle Sam.

" Then, you must pay my national debts,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

" No questions asked about my assets,"Lilliburlero, etc.

" Lero, lero, that 's very dear O, that 's very dear," says old Uncle Sam," Lero, lero, filibustero, that 's very dear," says old Uncle Sam,

" Also, some few i. O. u.s and bets,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

" Mine, and Bob Toombs', and Slidell's, and Ehett's,"Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, that leaves me zero, that leaves me zero," says Uncle Sain,u Lero, lero, filibustero, that leaves me zero," says Uncle Sam.

44 No. 23.

OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND.6

" And, by the way, one little thing rnore,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

" You 're to refund the costs of the war/'Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, just what I fear O, jus* what I fear," says old Uncle Sam," Lero, lero, filibustero, just what I fear," says old Uncle Sam.

" Next, you must own our Cavalier blood !

"

Lilliburlero, etc.,

" And that your Puritans sprang from the mud !

"

Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, that mud is clear O, that mud is clear," says old Uncle Sam," Lero, lero, filibustero, that mud is clear," says old Uncle Sam.

8

" Slavery 's, of course, the chief corner-stone,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

" Of our NEW CIV-IL-I-ZA-TI-ON ! "

Lilliburlero, etc. [Sam,

"Lero, lero, that's quite sincere O, that's quite sincere," says old Uncle« Lero, lero, filibustero, that 's quite sincere," says old Uncle Sam.

" You '11 understand, my recreant tool,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

" You 're to submit, and we are to rule,"Lilliburlero, etc.

" Lero, lero, are n't you a hero ! are n't you a hero ! " says Uncle Sam,"Lero, lero, filibustero, are n't you a hero ! " says Uncle Sam.

10

" If to these terms you fully consent,"Lilliburlero, etc.,

"I'll be Perpetual King-President,"

Lilliburlero, etc. [Sam,

"Lero, lero, take your sombrero, off to your swamps !" says old Uncle" Lero, lero, filibustero, cut, double-quick ! " says old Uncle Sam.

F. J. CHILD.

No. 24.

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45

CAVALBY SONG.JOHN K. PAINE.

I 3E "r~rr- i p r -«f- r

1. Weaponed well to war we ride.With sa • bres

=fc 3:

ringing

J

Siwr! r ; ' " i vby our side, The warning knell of death to all Who

I i ^ i PP i fF

ahold the ho - liest cause in thrall ; The sa - cred Right, which

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grows to Might, The day which dawns in blood •

1

Weaponed well to war we ride,With sabres ringing by our side,—The warning knell of death to allWho hold the holiest cause in thrall;The sacred Right which grows to Might,The day which dawns in blood-red light.

2Weaponed well to war we ride,To conquer, tide what may betide;For never yet beneath the sunWas battle by the devil won

:

For what to thee defeat may be,Time makes a glorious victory.

3Weapone d well to war we ride

;

'"..

Who braves the battle wins the bride;Who dies the death for truth shall beAlive in love eternally

:

Though dead he lies, soft starry eyesSmile hope to him from purple skies.

red light.

G. G. LHAXB.

46I'LL BE A SERGEANT.

No. 25.

nuo.

SHEE*=S m 3s=Z£±3ttl. I'll be a Sergeant, An or-der-ly Sergeant,

ms^y£=2=I'll be a Sergeant, on that just bet your life;

wm 3=fc E -Fzf-r-i^w-&I'll make the boys so sick of drilling on the double quick,

i $=tifei£They'll be glad to turn in, To dream of a wife.

CHORUS. Slower.

3^^E£rf=££M=^=3=jFor the girls they must love and a-dore us, Who

3=£rfct

fight for the coun-try that bore us, And

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No. 25.

I we come march-ing home.

47

^BgjMarch-ing

1^^ ;̂^H=£=£ E?B£home, marching home, marching home, Marching

&SEEi-r- :£=£=—# *~

—

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home to the roll of the drum, When

peace shall call us back from the camp and biv - ou - ac, And the

?=*F=? ^1drum taps " marching home."

48 No* 25.

I 'LL BE A SEEGEANT.

I'll be a Sergeant, an orderly Sergeant,I '11 be a Sergeant, on that just bet your life

;

I '11 make the boys so sickOf drilling at the double quick,

They '11 be glad to turn in, to dream of a wife.For the girls, they must love and adore us,Who fight for the country that bore us,

And happy shall we beIf they kiss you and me,When we come marching home !

Marching home, marching home, marching home,Marching home to the roll of the drum,When peace shall call us backFrom the camp and bivouac,

When the drum taps, « Marching home

!

•"'

2

She shaVt be Cap'n, that must not happen,She shaVt be Cap'n, but play the second fife

;

We can bear the colors best,She shall wear them on her breast,

Salute us, and " dress/' and in short be our wife*For the girls, they must love and adore us, etc.

3

Should I be Col'nel, gazetted in the Journal,

O, should I be Col'nel, to lead in the strife,

For her sake, so proud I 'd be,And let ev'ry rebel see,

How a man can fight for his flag and a wife IFor, dear girls ! we soldiers adore you ;Make us brave through your love, we implore you !

Then happy shall we beTo bend the suppliant knee,When we come marching home.

Marching home, marching home, marching home,Marching home to the roll of the drum.

Then, freed from war 's alarms,To you we '11 yield our arms,

When the drum taps, " Marching Home ! "

H. A. W.

No. 26. 49THE VOW.

ES SEY MEIN HERZ.

ipiili^lfelSflllif

ii?Our life's last drop we

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tow to thee, We'll burst thy chains asunder! Dear

Ir

• ' i 7 I i i I i ' uMotherland, we'll set thee free From treason,shame and plunder! From all thy soil,hill,

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rale,and shore, Oppression's hordes forevermore We'll drive with fire andjjthunder.

44

Our life's last drop we vow to thee,We'll burst thy chains asunder!

Dear Motherland, we'll set thee freeFrom treason, shame, and plunder!

From all thy soil,—hill, vale, and shore,—Oppression's hordes "forevermore

We'll drive with fire and thunder.2

The die is cast—we will not quail,Whatever fate hangs o'er us;

For Truth is great, and shall prevail,And Freedom goes before us.

Where brothers lie, we too may lie,Tet shall our souls ascending cry,

" We've saved the land that bore us!"

c. t. brooks. (After Fb. chlegel*)

50 No. 27

FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT.

3E3E ;—a- =tc d_Who's he that dares in - suit our cause, With

f-r— A :-^-r N

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doubts, and fears, and a* that? We'll

stand for Coun - try, Home, and Laws, De -

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spite his jeer3 and a' that ! For a' that, and a' that,Though

£fl 1 f,JJ^£gm=S=*=F®cannons roar,and a' that,We'll fight our father's battles o'er,Like

m ^m?=m*=*-freemen's sons, for a

9that

!

XTo. 27. 51

FOB A' THAT AND A' THAT.\

1

Who 's he that dares insult our causeWith doubts, and fears, and a' that ?

We '11 stand for Country, Home, and Laws,Despite his jeers, and a' that

!

For a' that, and a' that,Though cannons roar, and a' that,

We '11 fight our fathers' battles o'erLike freemen's sons, for a' that

!

The stars that rose in murky sky,

—

Yet struggled through, for a' that,—Shall take again their place on high

In field of blue, for a' that

!

For a' that, and a' that,Through treason, wars, and a' that,

They still shall be the polar starsAnd never set, for a' that

!

3

And not for us alone their light

;

They '11 shine for more than a' that

;

For all who wrestle for the Right,In bondage sore and a' that

!

For a' that, and a' that,For wrongs, and woes, and a' that

;

And earth shall shout amidst her throe*For man's new-birth, and a' that

!

Then, comrades, form th' electric chainWith heart and hand, and a' that

;

The spark we strike shall pass amainThrough ev'ry land, for a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,With flag unfurled, and a' that,

The standard-bearers of the world,We '11 free mankind for a' that

!

62 No. 28.

WOULD YOU BE A SOIiDIER, LADDYP

Allegretto.

M:ia

Would you be a sol - dier,

m atelad dy? Come and serve old Un - cle

M^=#iils^^Sam ! Come and serve old Un - cle

—^ . 7 1H :f-—* ——i j :_p p_—a 1 ^ *_3 —f——I _4Sam! He hence - forth must be your

izj^—rar^Trz^fcia^^dad dy, And Co lum bi

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your dam. Do you

No. 28. 58

£ 5 -EC aa j- glike salt horse and beans? Do you know what hard-tack

m =* •£ &-43:means ? Jol - ly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack ; That's tho

stuff you have to crack: Do you like salt horse and

Orely.

Efcrjzggrd* 3r=5:

beans ? Do you know what hard tack means 1 That's the

jr._ B m p prz :rre

jol - ly stuff we sol - diers have to crack,

£3E mshard - tack, hard- tack, and hard-tadk.

54 No. 28.

WOULD YOU BE A SOLDIER, LADDYP1

WoulcJ you be a soldier, laddy ?Come and serve old Uncle Sam

!

He henceforth must be your daddy,And Columbia your dam.

Do you like salt-horse and beans IDo you knew what hard-tack means ?—Jolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack,

That *s the stuff you have to crack ;Do you like salt-horse and beans ?Do you know what hard-tack means ?That 's the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crackyHard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack

!

2

Do you want to be a soldier ?Now 's the time to put in play

What your good old granny told youOf the Revolution day !

What had their brave jaws to chew %Sometimes nothing, — what have you 1Jolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack,

That 's the stuff you have to crack

;

What had their brave jaws to chew ?Sometimes nothing,— what have you ?

s What *s the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crack 1Hard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack !

3

Want to be a soldier, do you %You must march through swamp and sludge,

And, though balls go through and through you,Blaze away, and never budge !

But when muskets go crack, crack,Bite your cartridge and hard-tack IJolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack,

That 's the stuff you have to crack ;When the muskets go crack, crack,Bite your cartridge and hard-tack !

That 's the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crack,Hard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack 1

iro. 20.MY BRIAR PIPE.

55

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Tremont house I bought it,use, be - loved and cherished,

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Jd t-^rrzz^-l-^-zi-tlr 9L-u a

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1 w L_« _j u i | i_l.pipe I thought it— Not much for show

;

in it per-ished, Short time a • got

2 Only two and nine-pence bought itLong time ago

!

Cavendish and Lynchburg taught itBrowner to grow

;

Bound the camp-fires sitting, joking,Stretched in a row,

Comrades brave this pipe were smoking,Short time ago

!

#

S Oh I hoped 'twas mine forever,Short time ago

!

Can I now forget it ?— Never

!

No, lost one, no !To its thief my blessing's given

With it he may go !Oh my Briar-pipe was stolen,

Short time ago

!

4 If Secesh this pipe have taken,—Some time ago,

When they stole our corn and bacon,—Skedaddling slow,

Not a bitter thought 'twill waken,By Jingo, no!

'Twill be found when Richmond's taken—Shortly you know. henry r. lelakd.

56 No. ao.

O WE 'HE NOT TIRED OP FIGHTING YET

!

t

WitU spirit.f SOLO.

MY LOVB^SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET.& a8 > i

Jl &=&:*—$ 8 J Jwe 're not tired of fight - ing yet 1 We 're

SE S ?s 3E*=5 ^—#-not the boys to fright -en yet! While drums are drumming

6 r t~i~g> B .J'.^s r^We'll be com-ing, With the ball and bay- o - net!

CHORUS.

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For we canliit while they can pound, And so let *s have another round I Se-

g§ (! ^ J^ J^ *=?=a* « g £=P=^VVIji i J jf^f** 1Scesh is bound to lick the ground, And we '11 be in thllir pantry yet

!

\ J'j-j'U'i! F r I p JT.i:iJ'J' J'l i

No. 30. 57

O WE 'BE NOT TIRED OP FIGHTING YET I1

we 're not tired of fighting yet

!

We 're not the boys to frighten yet

!

While drums are drumming we '11 be coming,With the ball and bayonet

!

For we can hit while they can pound,And so let 's have another round !Secesh is bound to lick the ground.

And we '11 be in their pantry yet

!

2

O we 're not tired of tramping yet,—Of soldier life or camping yet

;

And rough or level, man or devil,We are game for stamping yet.

We 've lived through weather wet and dry,Through hail and fire without a cry,We would n't freeze and could n't fry,And hav'n't got through our ramping yet !

3

We hav'n't broke up the party yet,We 're rough, and tough, and hearty yet

;

Who talks of going pays what 's owing,And there 's a bill will smart ye yet

!

So bang the doors, and lock 'em tight

!

Secesh, you 've got to make it right 1We '11 have a little dance to-night

;

You can't begin to travel yet

!

4

O we 're not tired of fighting yet,Nor ripe for disuniting yet

!

Before they do it, or get thro' it,There '11 be some savage biting yet

!

Then rip hurrah for Uncle Sam

!

And down with all secesh and sham

!

From Davis to Vallandigham,They all shall rue their treason yet !

CHARLES Q. ISLAND.

1

SONGS FOR THE TIMES.

1. A new Plantation Song.2. Negro Boatmen's Song.3. Song of the Sneak.

4. Soldier's Oath.

" I am for the government of my fathers and the friends of that govern-ment, and I am against the enemies of that government, and all their friendsboth North and South." — Gen. Rousseau of Kentucky.

" Separation on either side, with peace in the future, is impossible, and

we are compelled by self-interest, by every principle of honor, and everyimpulse of manhood, to bring this unholy contest to a successful termina-

tion In this dark hour of our country's trial, there is but one road

to success and peace, and that is, to be as firmly united for our government

as the rebels are against it."— Gen. Hovey of Indiana." Thet 's wut we want,— we want to know,

The folks on our side hez the bravery

To B'lieve ez hard, come weal, come woe,In Freedom ez Jeff doos in Slavery."

Hosea Biglow.

" Absolutely assured of these things, I am amazed that any one couldthink of f peace on any terms.' He who entertains the sentiment is fit onlyto be a slave; he who utters it at this time is, moreover, a traitor to hiscountry, who deserves the scorn and contempt of all honorable men."

Gen. Rosecrans.

" Ther 's critters yit thet talk an' act

Fer wut they call Conciliation;They 'd hand a buff'lo-drove a tractWhen they wuz madder than all Bashan.

Conciliate? it jest means be Tricked,No metter how they phrase an' tone it;

It means that we 're to sit down licked,That we 're poor shotes,— an' glad to own it."

Hosea Biglow.

TENOR I.

No. 1.

A NEW PLANTATION SONG.FRENCH AIR.

TENOR II.Mas - sa, when he cut and run From dis ole plan - ta- Hon

!

BASE.

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Lef dese dar-keys eb - ery one Jb w?or& c?er omw sal -ha- Hon

!

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Hal-le - lu-jah! Slabery 's done ! God bress Gin'-ral Wash-ing-ton

!

^g ^*=^A tempo.

^^Uti+i $ ? M-g-e £^Won't we hab some jam-up fun Orc de o?e plan - ta - Hon I

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No. 1.

A NEW PLANTATION SONG.1

Massa, when he cut and runChor. From dis ole plantation !

Lef dese darkeys ebery oneChor. To work der own salbation !

Hallelujah ! Slabery 's done

!

God bress Gin'ral Washington

!

Won't we hab some jam-up funChor. On de ole plantation !

2

Fotch de missus' pi-an-o,dis ole plantation !

Play de hymn ob Jump Jim CrowPon dis solemn 'casion I

Now den, Julius, heel and toe,Golly! boys, but dis ain't slow!Brack folks' turn has come— dat 's so

!

On dis ole plantation !

3

Here 's de rag with seben stars,dis ole plantation !

Massa toted to de wars,To scare de Yankee nation.

Now, boys, three times three Yah-YahsFor de rebel spots and bars,Nebermore to wabe— no Sars !

On dis ole plantation !

Massa, though he* 's run away,From de ole plantation,

We don't wish to cotch and flay,But on consideration,

We all forgib him, as we prayHis Country and his Maker may,And Emancipate him here, dis day,

On de ole plantation 1

5

Now den Lucy, Dinah, June,dis ole plantation !

Ef your wuff a picayune,Dance like all creation I

Play up, Pomp, you yaller coon,Don't ask what, you picaroon

!

Yankee Doodle, dat 's de tuneFor Uncle Sam s plantation !

[Repeat the last stanza to Yankee Doodle.] VANITY FAIR.

No. 2.

NEGRO BOATMEN'S SONG.Moderate.

5-7,

] UUlJe

Spraise an' tanks! De Lord he come To

rlT- ¥=£^«tset de peo - pie free ; An' mas - sa tink it day ob doom, An'

N t „ N K N S i „ S S Sm±jAUn±mmwe ob ju-bi-lee. De Lord dat heap de Ked Sea waves, Hejus' as 'trong as

5i=£=P^^a^fe^den ; He . say de word, we las' night slaves, To-day de Lord's freemen

!

CHORUS.

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j=£=im s' r1/ 1> * VDe yam will grow,

9 $ V . Vde- cot - ton blow, We'll

trt±h&-i—& #-i

—

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hab de rice an' corn: O nebber you fear, if

iE i : 9 1 : J J J_n ri rr t;f 'nebber you hear De dri - ver blow his horn!

No. 2.

NEGRO BOATMEN'S SONG.

praise an' tanks ! De Lord he comeTo set de people free

;

An' massa tink it day ob doom,An' we ob jubilee.

De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wavesHe jus' as 'trong as den;

He say de word,— we las' night slaves,To-clay de Lord's freemen!

Chorus. De yam will grow, de cotton blow,We '11 hab de rice an' corn

;

nebber you fear, if nebber you hearDe driver blow his horn

!

Ole massa on he trabbels gone,He leab the land behind

;

De Lord's breff blow him furder on,Like corn-shuck in de wind.

We own de hoe, we own de plough,We own de hands dat hold,

We sell de pig, we sell de cow,But nebber chile be sold

!

De yam, etc.

We pray de Lord, he gib us signsDat some day we be free

;

De Norf-wind tell it to de pines,De wild-duck to de sea.

We tink it when de church-bell ring,We dream it in de dream,

De rice-bird mean it when he sing,De eagle when he scream

!

De yam, etc.

We know de promise nebber fail,An' nebber lie de Word

;

So, like de 'postles in de jail,We waited for de Lord.

An' now he open ebery door,An' trow away de key,

He tink we lub him so before,We lub him better free

!

De yam, etc.J. G. WHITHER.

Iiively.

iu-

No. 3.

SONG OP THE SNEAK.DRESDEN MARCH.

m* 3E £EI saw the foe ad - van - cing, Says

^ ±-t J J 1S3I, " Boys," says I, " This is ra - ther ug - ly

rt'fK't iJE # ^danc - ing The gen - eral makes us try, Where the

m H J i-? \ m£^ee£-0-J—0-bay - o - nets are glan-cing," Says I, " boys," says I.

I saw the foe advancing,

Says I, " Boys," says I,

" This is rather ugly dancing,

The general makes us try,

Where the bayonets are glancing,'

'

Says I, "boys," says I.

When the bullets got to dropping,Says I, " Boys," says I,

" I wish there were some stopping

These blue beetles as they fly,

Which set a fellow hopping,"Says I, " boys," says I.

No. 3.

SONG- OF THE SNEAK.

3

And I 'd scarcely pulled a trigger,Says I, " Boys," says I,

" I ain't got a mite of vigor," —So I skulked and tried to fly,

But was booted by a nigger,

And back I had to shy.

4

Then the Confed's came before us,Says I, " Boys," says I,

" I guess they 're goin' to floor us,

Or knock us high and dry "

;

When they all sang out in chorus,—" Yield or die ! yield or die ! "

5

" If you yield, we will parole you "

:

Then says I, " Boys," says I," I have no wish to control you

;

But, unless you want to die,

The best way to console you,Is to go parole," says I.

6

" When we won't have no more fighting,"Says I, " Boys," says I,

" Yet, in our pay delighting,

We can loaf at ease all day,And keep clear of guns affrighting

All a feller's nerves," says I.

7

Now I blow and bluster bolder,And at home, " Boys," says I,

" I used to be a soldier,

But was too brave to fly,

And I 'm, therefore, a parol-der,Of the noblest kind," says I.

The Man that went Parole.

No. 4.SOLDIER'S OATH.

l.

Lift on high both heart and hand

!

By the broad blue heaven high o'er us,By the sacred cause before us,

Swear with Freedom's flag to stand!By your forefathers in glory,

Names that consecrate the air,By your Freedom's kindling story,

By the God of Freedom, swear

!

Lift on high both heart and hand

!

Swear, that earth and heaven may hear it,And the brazen traitor fear it, —

Swear the oath to save your land

!

Glorious ensign, float before us,Proudly lead us to the field

!

While thy folds are fluttering o'er us,None shall basely flee or yield.

Lift on high both heart and hand

!

Swell, with Freedom's pure air filling,Noble flag ! each bosom thrilling

Of our chosen patriot band.Sign of honor ! never paling,

Save in death, our cheeks thou 'It see,—Thousand pangs with transport hailing,

Ere we turn our backs on thee

!

Lift on high both heart and hand

!

Hail, this glorious consecration

!

Hail, regenerated nation

!

Hail, all hail! thou new-born land!Sons of Freedom, all assemble,

Solemn vows and praise to pay

!

Falsehood, fraud, and treason, tremble

!

Courage, children of the day

!

Lift on high both heart and hand

!

To the King of Nations rear it,Let the great Heart-Searcher hear it,

As we here before him stand,Praying him to keep us holy,

Pure in thought and word and deed, —Him whose hand uplifts the lowly,

Makes the just alone succeed!• C. T. BROOKS.

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