Part 16

True to the Gray, 363

Vicksburg Song, 126

War Song, 61, 90, 122

Wearin' of the Gray, 356

Wearing of the Gray, 366

We Conquer or Die, 263

We Know That We Were Rebels; or Why Can We Not Be Brothers, 364

We Left Him on the Field, 234

We'll Be Free in Maryland, 49

We Swear, 29

When the Boys Come Home, 334

Would'st Thou Have me Love Thee, 20

Yankee Vandals, 314

"Ye Men of Alabama,", 17

You are Going to the Wars, Willie, Boy!, 275

1776-1861, 19

_INDEX TO AUTHORS._

Alexander, (Capt.) G. W., 69

Ball, (Mrs.) C. A., 358

Barnes, (Mrs.) Wm., 194

Bigney, M. F., 272

Blackford, Capt., 261

Blackmar, A. E., 4

Bowers, E., 349

Brown, Reuben E., 174

Caplen, (Mrs.) L. E., 185

Carnes, (Rev.) J. E., 155

Cave, (Major) E. W., 198

Collins, P. E., 210

Cooke, John Esten, 255

Cross, (Mrs.) J. T. H., 24

Cummins, Alex. A., 227

Cunningham, A. B., 106, 290

Cunningham, (Lieut.) W. P., 120

Dasher, C. D., 338

Duke, (Gen.) Basil, 110

Emmett, Dan. D., 153

Ezzell, S. R., 191

Falligant, Lieut., 369

Falligant, Robert, 242

Flash, H. L., 350

Fontaine, (Major) Lamar, 62, 333

Forshey, (Col.) C. G., 134

French, L. Virginia, 46

Grason, (Miss) Maria, 41

Griswold, (Capt.) E., 247

Haines, James, 100

Hawkins (Col.), W. S., 108, 341

Hayne, Paul H., 163

Haynes, W. A., 88

Hewitt, John H., 275

Hewett, John M., 73

Hobby, (Capt.) Edwin, 203

Hobby, (Col.) A. M., 303

Holtz, R. E., 49

Houghton, (Bart.) Sir Henry, 375

Houston, (Capt.) Sam, 346

Jones, (Miss) Maria E., 160, 234, 249

Ketchum, Annie C., 40

Kercheval, A. W., 284

Kidd, E. E., 300

Knight, A. G., 22

Leonard, A. F., 115

Leovy, A. F., 352

Lorrimer, Laura, 170

Magruder, (Maj-Gen.) J. B., 172

Marshall, Jas. B., 83

McCarthy, Harry, 31, 292, 308, 347

McKnight, Major ("Asa Hartz"), 42

Meek, Alex. B., 20

Miles, Geo. H., 1

Milror, George B., 187

Moore, (Miss) Mollie E., 95, 207, 311

Morris, A. E., 175

Morse, A. W., 149

Neeby, Anna Marie, 266

Neely, Wm., 294

Norfolk, Virginia, 241

Paine, (Dr.) John W., 55

Pender, A., 74

Phelan, John D., 17

Pierpont, Jas., 263

Pike, Albert, 238

Porter, Ina M., 353

Prentice, Clarence, 364

Preston, (Mrs.) M. J., 59

Randall, Jas. B., 273

Randall, Jas. R., 37, 276

Raymond, Eugene, 282

Rivers, Pearl, 363

Ryan, Father, 260

Ryan, (Rev.) J. A., 373

Signaigo, Jo Augustine, 68

Sinclair, (Miss) Carrie Bell, 285

Smith, Mary E., 182

Smith, M. B., 196, 326

Strawbridge, H. H., 48

Sulzner, Fr., 297

Tally, Susan A., 26

Thompson, E. M., 152

Thompson, Jeff., 60

Thorpe, (Capt.), 317

Thovington, J. S., 150

Ticknor, (Dr.) Francis O., 329

Townsend, Dan. E., 30

Tucker, St. Geo., 6

Turner, (Miss) J., 370

Upshur, Mary J., 52

Vose, (Mrs.) Henry J., 331

Waginer, J. A., 41

Wailes, (Capt.) E. Lloyd, 94

Walther, H., 76

Warfield, C. A., 8

Washington, (Col.) Hamilton, 141

Wilson, Mary L., 178

Woodcock, J. H., 122

Wright, (Capt.) J. W. A., 126

Young, (Mrs.) J. D., 287

Young, (Mrs.) M. J., 320

INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

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.