NEW YORE: BEADLE AND COMPANY, General Dime Book Publishers. BEADLE’S UNION SONG BOOK: COMPRISING NEW AND POPULAR PATRIOTIC SONGS FOR THE TIMES. NEW YORK AND LONDON: Beadle and Company, 141 William St, NY. 44 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON, Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1861, » BY: BEADLE AND COMPANY, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. Sere nee ee CONTENTS. , PAGE. A “Big Thing” ee oe ee Shaper VE ay A Doleful Ballad; ° - . ‘e - 60 All Hail fo the’ Stars and Stripes oe ee ee ~++—America, —% - - wi er +3 69 An Ode to Washington, «of - ~ 8 ° - 20 An Old Story with a ~~ te ih) i tt i iil 1] | ’ ' * ‘ <¥ w Anthem, - - - - - ° - 39 Army Hymn, ect. 3 * 2 26 w& Yankee Ship and‘a Yankee Crew: ers) OCT OF Banner Song, - - - - . . 61 Cairo, “ . - - ee - - 62 i Columbia Forever, - - ee oo Bm 63 “hColumbia Rules the Oe Re ee ae Dixie’s Farms, - - - etl - a OT Dixie for the Union, - ~ - - - - - Pert MT }-Bighty-five Years Ago, - - : : - - 5 Enfield Gun, ~ - - ° ‘s « 4 Pigy Freedom’s Light, - : < . is SHimiqhs ong God Save our Native Land, - - - . "92 God Save the Union, ~ - - ° : . ot $136 God Save the Volunteers, - - . - - - 41 eratail Columbia. “°s 7 *> Soa. tetg baa eaiy 18 Heaven for the Right, - - . . . - 21 Her own Brave Volunteer, - - - - - 24 Hunting Song of the Chivalry, - - - . - 58 Hurra for the Union, - - - Sing 32 Let Cowards Shrink, - - - - S. o% Digy Long Live the Great and Free, - : ™ é 56 March Away, en : - Ps < s = 35 Marching, - = Sb teQ Sisk ating, March of the Loyal States, * ° . 3 - 2 - My own Native Land, ere - > - - 27 On, Brothers, on, - oe. ae ° ° we JZ as hetenee —Tr@ur. _Union, Right or Wrong, - One T left There, --. _ pe eae Our Banner Chorus, + + | =’, Our Country, Right or Wrong, = Our Flag, - - Our, Good Ship Sails To- night. Qur Whole Country, _- - - > sopreRed, White and Blue, as » Soldier's Tent Song, _- _ - ° Song for Battle, .- .- - Stand by the Union, _ - - ° eeyrStar-Spangled Banner, -- _- | Step to the Front, _- - . The. Banner of the Nation, - <. ‘The Bold Zouaves, “_- _- The Dead of the Battle- field, - }eBhe Flag of our Union, | - - The Irish Brigade, — - - . The Michigan ‘ Dixie,” a ‘The Northern Boys, - | - - “The Northmen’s Marseilles, - — - Phe. Old Union Wagon, _ - a awfeThe Original Yankee —— - The Patriot Flag, |- = epeEhe Rock of Liherty, «af = The Southrons_ are Coming, - The Stripes.and Stars, - ee wwteee'The Sword of ‘Saskac ‘Hill, - The Union—It must be Preserved, ‘The. Unign, Young and Strong; - i++—Phe Yankee. Boy, Ss See The.Zouaye Boys, . .-. °° The Zouave’s Song, - To the Seventy-ninth Highlanders, -Traitor, Beware our Flag, . > Eighty-five years ago! a ea en ROD oan we rere Sorina aa = eeeinpeaeaenee a hs % t { : sre — a Se tiresias tina ik SSR ONETT ARE ANCL 6 Down from the lofty Motntaing Our fearless eagle swooped; Down_on Ticonderoga Bold Ethan Allen stooped ; And the royal red-cross banner Beneath his challenge drooped ; And the stout old Indian fortress He gained, without a blow, “In the name of the Great Jehovah !” Eighty-five years ago! Out from the resonant belfry Of Independence Hall Sounded the tongue of an iron bell, Bidding good patriots all To give the Oppressed their freedom And loosen. every thrall! And the voice of brave John Hancock Preached to the People below The Gospel of Independence— Eighty-five years ago! And out from Sullivan’s Island From dark Palmetto fen, . I hear the roar of cannonry, And the rifle-shots again; And the'voice of gallant Moultrie And the shouts of Marion’s men; And I see our stricken banner « Snatched from the ditch below By the hand of Sergeant Jasper— Eighty-five years ago! So the old days come over me! The Past around me rolls, The spell of a glorious history My beating pulse controls; And I sing of the Grand Example Of old and loyal souls! When the land we love lies bleeding And we hear her heart’s wild throe Let tie think of the old, old Union” Eighty-five years ago! Dixie for Copied by permission of FirtH 547 Broadway, N. Y., ¢ On! ye: patriots, to the Hear Fort Moultrie’s -¢c: | Then away, then away, Go meet those Souther And should your courag Remember Bunker H CHO Hurrah !-hurrah! hurrah ! t Hurrah! hurrah! Our Un As our fathers crushed Deal with those who br Then away, then away, Unfold our country’s ba And let the rebels desec That banner if they ¢ Volunteers, be up and d Still the good old path Then away, then away, Your sires, who fought k Then follow in their foc And be as brave as t On! :ye patriots, to the | Hear Fort Moultrie’s ca Then away, then away, | The star that lights our | Though fierce may be t We'll gain the victor | pect 6 e lofty Mountaing 3 eagle swooped; ideroga Allen stooped ; red-cross banner challenge drooped ; old Indian fortress vithout a blow, of the Great Jehovah !” years ago! -sonant belfry ence Hall ngue of an iron bell, 1 patriots all oressed their freedom very thrall]! of brave John Hancock the People below Independence— ears ago! ullivan’s Island, Imetto fen, of cannonry, shots again; f gallant Moultrie, ts of Marion’s men; tLricken banner h the ditch below, Bergeant Jasper— ars ago! home over me! nd me rolls, rious history lse controls, p Grand Example al souls! ve love lies bleeding, er heart’s wild throe, he old, ola Union hrs ago! Dixie for the Union. Copied by permission of Firta, Ponn & Co., Music Publishers. 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. On! -ye: patriots, to the battle! Hear Fort Moultrie’s cannon rattle; Then away, then away, then away to the fight! Go meet those Southern Traitors, with iron will, And should your courage falter, boys, Remember Bunker Hill. CHORUS. Hurrah !-hurrah! hurrah ! the Stars and Stripes forever! | Hurrah! hurrah! Our Union shall not.sever ! As our fathers crushed oppression, Deal with those who breathe secession ; Then away, then away, then away to the fight! Unfold our country’s banner,.in triumph there, And let the rebels desecrate That banner if they dare. Hurrah! etc. Volunteers, be up and doing, Still the good old path pursuing ; Then away, then away, then away to the fight ! Your sires, who fought before you, have led the way, Then follow in their footsteps, And be as brave as they. Hurrah! etc. On! ‘ye patriots, to the battle ! Hear Fort Moultrie’s cannon rattle ; Then away, then away, then away to the fight! The star that lights our Union shall never set! Though fierce may be the conflict, We'll gain the victory yet. Hurrah! ete. 8 Star-Spangled Banner. Oh! say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’dat the twilight’s last-gledming ? Whose broad stripes and; bright-star's through the perilous fight, * Oer the es we watched, were so gallantly streaming; And therocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; Oh! say, does the Star-Spangled Banner stillowaye O’er the land of the free. and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through’ the’ mist of the deep, Where the fée’s' haughty host in‘dread silence reposes; What is that, which the breeze o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half-discloses ? Now it catches. the gleam of the morning’s first beam, , In full glory reflected now shines on the stream ; "Tis the Star-Spangled Banner! O lofiig may it wave O’er the land‘ of the ‘free; and the home of the brave. And whefe‘is 'the’band that’ so vauntingly ‘swore That the havoc of war, and the battle’s confusion A home and a country should’ leave us no’more ?, Their blood has wash’d out, their foul footsteps’ pollution. No. refuge could,save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star-Spangled’ Banner in triumph doth wave O’er the land of the free, andithe home ofthe brave: Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved’ home ‘and: war’s desolation; Bless’d with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued Jand Praise the Power that has made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this bé our motto—**In God is ‘our trust!” And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wayé O’er the. land of the free, and the home of the brave. | ner an gg PNR erro eee ene coe — ad Copied by permission of Firti; Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 9 Catnbia ‘Biles the Sea, 547 Broadway, Nu ¥., owners of the copyright. The pennon flutters in the breéze, The anchor comes apéak, Let fall, sheet home, the briny: ‘foam And oceari’s, waste we seek,, The hooming gun speaks our adieu, Fast fades our native shore, Columbia free shall ryle the sea Britannia ruled of yore. We go the tempest’s wrath to dare, The billow’s maddened play, New. climbing high against the sky, Now rolling low away ; While Yankee ‘oak bears Yankee hearts, Courageous to the core, Columbia, free shall. rule the sea Britannia, ruled of yore. We'll bear’ her flag:around the world, In thunder and in flame ; The sea-girt Isles.a wreath of smiles Shall form around her name; he winds shall. pipe her peans loud The billowy. chorus roar, Columbia free ‘shall rule the sea Britannia ruled of. yore, ; i | i 1 i f i ai ft ¥ i % g i a SS SSS es 10 Soldier’s Tent Song. Arr—Harry Bluff. ‘When a boy in my. home, I was taught by my sire For my dear native country To hope and aspire; To be true to the Flag That was shining on high, And for Union to live, boys, For Union to die! Though my voice was but small, And my ear hardly true, I was first in the chorus Of Red, White and Blue! And the old men all cried: “Let the boy sing his song! For his heart knows the tune, Though his pipes may go wrong. And he'll yet sing The Star-Spangled Banner? Now to manhood arrived, For my country I stand, And my heart and my voice Sing the song of our land. When the drum beats to arms, And our Flag waves on high, For the Union I'll live— For the Union I'll die! And if fate writes my name ” In the roll-call of death, *Tis my country I'll bless With my last feeble breath, And.-ye’ll think, when ye sing, boys, The Red, White and Blue, Of the comrade ye loved, Who to Union was true, And who died for The Star-Spangled Banner! | And I said, there’s a bloody d 11 Yankees ar Arr—Jo I harken’d in the East, and And I heard a fifin’ and And my heart bobb’d up in For I knew that the Yar Then pull off your co Yankee Doodle I Yankee Doodle D Oh! pull off your coz I harken’d to the guns of th When the bombs round § And I «said we'll have a re this job, And ’twill be when the Y I harken’d in the streets of When the pavin’ stone numbin’ ; And ’twill be when the } I harken’d unto Ellsworth command, And a hundred. other -ma And I tell. you ’twill be. traitor’s- band, And they know that the There’s a rattle in the East, There’s a Yankee doodle When the rebels give us battle And you'll know that the 10 ’s Tent Song, —Harry Bluff. y.in my. home, ght by my sire native country and aspire ; to the Flag Shining on high, ion to live, boys, n to die! voice was but small, ear hardly true, nthe chorus Vhite and Blue! | men all cried: boy sing his song! rt knows the tune, iis pipes May go wrong. he'll yet sing Star-Spangled Banner’! nhood arrived, ountry I stand, art and my voice song of our land. irum beats to arms, Flag waves on high, ion Vil live— inion I'll die! writes my name © ]-call of death, intry I'll bless pe feeble breath, ink, when ye sing, bo White amd Ble.” a ade ye loved, Inion was true, who died for Star-Spangled Banner f 11 Yankees are Coming, Arr—Jordan, I harken’d in the East, and I harken’d in the West; And I heard a fifin’-and a drummin’ ; And my heart bobb’d up in the middle of my breast ; For I knew thatthe Yankees were a-comin’ ! Then pull off your coat androllup your sleeves; Yankee Doodle Dandy is a-comin’! Yankee Doodle Dandy is a-comin’, I believe! Oh! pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve ! I harken’d to the guns of the gallant Major Bob, When the bombs round Sumter were a-hummin’ ; And I said we'll have a reck’ning day to settle up this job, And ’twill be when the Yankees are a comin’! I harken’d in the streets of the town. .of Baltimore, When the pavin’ stones our .soldier-boys were numbin’ ; And I said, there’s a bloody day for rebels kept in store, And ’twill be when the Yankees are: a-comin”! I harken’d unto Ellsworth, when he gave his last command, And a hundred other martyrs I’ve been summin’ ; And I tell. you ’twill be awful when we meet the traitor’s- band, And they know that the Yankees are a comin’! There’s a rattle in the East, and a rattle in the West, There’s a Yankee doodle fifin’ and a drummin’ ;sx When the rebels give us battle, you will find out the rest, And you'll know that the Yankees are a-comin’! song for: Battle: Ain—Harseilles: Oh ‘comrades, going forth ‘to battle; Forget to doubt—forcetto fear ; And ‘when''the ‘balls around us’ rattle, _ Let'step be firth ‘and ‘eye be-clear ; See how’ the foéman’s lines’ aré swaying; See’ how’ they waver, left and right’: Charge ‘on, our’ Captain’s voice’ obeying, And'put‘their ‘breaking ranks £6 flight— Choris Arise, atise ye brave, And ‘take: your sword in:hand ; March: on, march on; resolved to-save Our Union and our land! See where our sacred flag is flying— Each stat’and ‘eVery’ stripe ‘is ‘there’. Oh, swear to-guard it’ well; rélying Upon the cause that bids us swear. Tt ‘guards us well on land ‘and water, And'speaks’a mighty: Unior’s' praise ; Defend it now ’mid smoke and, slaughter, Where bay’néts stab and muskets blaze. [Chorus, But is the strife’ of our beginning ? And do‘we thirst for Southern’ blood ? Oh, no; when traitors cease from sinning We'll clasp the South in brotherhddd.. Though now, the battle-shouts are ringing, . And anger flames from,every eye, Yet,are ye safe who join our singing, “The Union—it shall never die!” . [Ghorwe, Qn! Brot! Am—" Hail t On! brothers, on! for the Striped from the rambov On, with’ sturdy’ step ! da On, to unfurl it in trium Honored ‘invall t Now shall unho Trail it; defiled and desy Down with the * Up with! the*star Death for-ouf Banner ! Fiercely at Sumter have tk Brayely the;-guns of our On! for the ashes. that shu On! for the.city, whose Now let our cou Sweep. down. the Woe for her chivalry’s 5 Down. withthe Up with the sta Death.forour-Banner! On, with a prayer! there | On, in the face of death Life! with the Flaz'that « Death! With’ its ‘crimsor Now ‘for our “ f Strike ‘with true Loyal our venttire—and Down ‘withthe Up: with the sta Death! for‘our: Banner! for: Battle: — Marseilles: forth ‘to battle; forget 'to fear ; around us rattle, nd eye be cléar ; 's lines' aré swaying; ver, “left-and right’: ain’s voice obeying, aking ratiks to flight— e ye brave, e your sword: in: hand ; march on; resolved fo-save ion and our land! l flag is flying— ry stripe is there’; ; well, ‘relying at bids us swear. land ‘and ‘water, ity’ Union’s' praise moke and. slaughter, b and muskets blaze. [(Chopws, iY beginning ? or Southern’ blood ? Ss cease from sinning Ith in’ brotherhood. le-shouts are ringing, rom every eye, oin Our singing, all never die !” [ Ghorue, er eames eta pater ernie } 13 On! -Brothers,.. On Airn—“‘ Hail to the Chef.” On! brothers, on! for the Flag’ that is peerless ! Striped from the raimbow, and starred‘from the sky. On, with @ sturdy’ step !' dauntless and feartess4 On, to unfurl it in triumph; orvdie'l Honored'invall the’ lands, Now shall unholy hands Trail it; defiled and despised, im thecdust? Down with’ the “traitor’s rag!” Up with! thestarry'-Flag‘ Death for-ouf Banner f° and God for the just ! Fiercely at Sumter have thundered their canhon— Bravely the;guns of our hero replied.!— On! for the ashes. that skamber at Vernon ! On! for the city. whose name is our pride ! Now let our country’s guns Sweep. down the bastard sons! Woe for her chivalry’s flower in. the dust. Down, with the “ traitor’s rag;!” Up with the starry. Flag! Death.for our-Banner,}, and God,for the just! On, with a prayer! there is peril before us! On, in the face of death, fearless and proud ! Life! with the’ Flay'that our fathers*wavdd o’émust Death! With! its ‘crimson:stained folds:for a'shroud !)| Now ‘forour’ “ fatherlanid:”’ Strike ‘with ‘true heart; and hand! Loyal our venttireand Heavenward our rust ! Down ‘withthe “ traitor’s! rag!” Up’ with the starry Flag! Death for our: Banner! and-God forthe just! : 14 The Stripes and the Stars, BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. Arn—The Slar Spangled Banner. On Srar SrpaneitepD BANNER! the Flag of our pride! Though trampled by traitors and basely defied, Fling out to the glad winds your Red, White, and Blue, For the heart of the Northland is, beating, for you ! And her strong arm:is nerving to strike with a will Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still ! Here’s welcome to wounding, and combat. and scars, From prairie, Oh plowman! speed boldly away— There’s seed to be sown in God’s furrows to-day— Row landward, lone fisher! stout woodman, come home! Let smith leaye his anvil, and weaver his loom, And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry, “For God and our country we'll fight till we die! Here’s welcome to wounding, and combat and scars, And the glory of death—for the Stripes and ‘the Stars!” Invincible Banner! the Flag of the Free ! Oh, where treads the foot that would falter for thee ? Or the hands to be folded, till triumph is won And the Eagle looks proud, as of old, tothe sun ? Give tears for the parting—a murmur of prayer— Then Forward! the fame of our standard to share! With welcome to wounding, and combat. and scars, And the glory of death—for the Stripes and the Stars. And the glory of death—for the Stripes and the Stars! 15 Our Good Ship Copied by permission of Fimrn, . ae 547 Broadw Our good ship sails And I must hast I see the banner w Out in the little Long, long I may b Upon the deep -b But when I’m gone Still, still remem My heart will e’er | Unto our early v And tho’ the ocean "Twill beat as w This little token I Whate’er my fat Ill wear it. near my) A priceless gift f I can not linger n The shades of e The boat.is waitins I hear the well | Then fare thee well My home is on t Yet should my life Til come again t iis 14 and the Stars, DEAN PROCTOR. 7 Spangled Banner. NNER ! the.Flag of our pride! 1itors and basely defied, winds your Red, White, and rthland is; beating for you ! 1erving to strike with a will tings are humbled and still ! ding, and combat. and scars, for the Stripes and the Stars! an! speed boldly away— in God’s furrows to-day— her! stout woodman, come , and weaver his loom, x loud with the cry, ry we'll fight till we die! ding, and combat and scars, h—for the Stripes and ‘the ‘lag of the Free ! | that would falter for thee ? 1, till triumph is won id, as of old, to.the sun? —a murmur of. prayer— > of our standard to share! ng, and combat. and scars, ‘or the Stripes.and the Stars. Me 15 Our Good Ship Sails To-Night. Copied by permission’of Fmru, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. ¥ Our good ship sails to-night, Mary, And I must haste away,— I see the banner waving, Out in the little bay ; Long, long I may be absent Upon the deep blue sea, But when I’m gone away, love, Still, still remember me. My heart will e’er be true, Mary, Unto our early vow, And: tho’ the ocean rolls between, "Twill beat as warm as now; This little token I will keep, Whate’er my fate may be; T'll wear it. near my heart, love, A priceless gift from thee. I can not linger now, Mary, The shades of ey’ning fall,— The boat.is waiting by the beach, I hear the well known call ; Then fare thee well, my darling one, My home is on the sea; Yet should my life be spared, love, Til come again to thee ! ne 16 The .Bold ..Zouaves; ADDRESSED TO THE ZOUAVE REGIMENTS OF THE U. & Mrn—The Troubadour. Gayly the bold Zouayves Dash o’er the plain, On; throtgh the enemy, On, o’er thé slain. Chorus—While Freedom’s banner waves O’er us on high, Bold Zouaves !‘ bold Zouayes ! Conquer, or die. Rough is the soldier’s life, Hard is his fare; Wet; im the gallant strife Death he will dare. While Freedom’s: banner, ete. Peaceful, at dead of night, Soldiers may dream ; Till, at the morn’s gray light, Fires cease to. gleam. While Freedom’s banner, etc. March! march! your country calls! Strike: for-your Jand ! Hearts still united be, Hand joined with hand: While Freedom’s banner, etc. Glorious the warrior’s crown, When. victory’s gained ; ‘When, he lays armor down, Proud and unstained. While Freedom’s banner, etc. Step to RESPECTFPLLY DEDICATED SEVENTY-ND Step to the front, bonnet Linked. with the dreams Step to the'front,.sons of Show the bold Southro The lords of the South ha} The legions of tyranny We welcome you, lads, to The-vaw of the battle Step to Flowers of the -yale, they them— All-to the will of the d | But ananhood., has met t] | them, The strong-bearded thi Step to Down. on \them; Highlan: Ruffie the tartans, ‘and Read them,a! lesson. top: When gathered the rij Step t 16 Bold ..Zouaves- ZOUAVE REGIMENTS OF THE UV. g, —The Troubadour. the bold Zouaves | o’er the “plain, ough the enemy, er the slain. reedom’s banner waves us on high, naves ! bold Zouayes'! uer, or die: s the soldier’s life, is his fare; the gallant: strife . he -will:dare, While Freedom’s banner, etc. , at dead of night, rs may dream ; 1e€ morn’s gray light, cease to gleam. fhile Freedom’s banner, etc. march! your country calls! for-your Jand! ill united -be, oined' with hand: hile Freedom’s banner, etc, he-warrior’s crown, ictory’s gained ; Jays armor down, pnd unstained. hile Freedom’s banner, etc, 17 Step to the Front. RESPECTFPLLY DEDICATED 1O -THE. -HIGHLAND GUARD— SEVENTY-NINTH_ REGIMENT. Step to the front, bonnet and. feather, Linked. with the dreams of your own Highland vale; Step to the'front,.sons of the heather, Show the bold Southrons the face of the Gael. The lords of the South have unkenneled their beagles, The legions of tyranny sweep: from afar ; We welcome you, lads, to the feast. of the eagles, The-van of the battle-the honors of :war. Step to the front, etc. Flowers of the yale. they have crushed down before them— All to the will of the despots must bow ; But .zmanhood. has met) them,.and, death. hovers.o’er them, The strong-bearded thistie is waiting, them now. Step to the front, etc. Down: on \them; Highlanders, swoop from your-eyry, Ruffle the tartans,'‘and give them claymore ; Read them,a‘lesson to.pauseiand to-fear ye, When gathered the rights of the free to restore. Step to the front, etc. . 18 Hail Columbia, _ Hail, Columbia, happy land! hail, ye heroes, heaven-born an Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause, [Repeat.] And when the storm of war was gone, enjoyed the peace your valor..won. Let independence be our boast, ever mindful what it cost ; ‘Ever grateful for the prize, let its altar reach the skies. Chorus—Firm, united, let us be, rallying round our liberty ; As a band of brothers joined, peace and safety we shall find, Immortal . patriots, rise once more, defend. your rights, defend your shore. Let no rude foe, with impious hand, [Repeat.] Invade the slirine where sacred lies, of toil and blood, the well-earned prize. : While offering peace sincere and just, in heaven we place a manly trust That truth and justice will prevail, and every shame of bondage fuil. Sound, sound the trump of fame! let Washington’s great name Ring through the world with loud applause, [ Repeat. ] Let every clime to Freedom dear, listen with a joyful ear. With equal skill and Godlike power, he govern’d in the fearful hour Of horrid war! or guides, with ease, the happier times of honest peace. Behold the chief who now commands, again to serve his country stands— . The rock on which the storm will beat, [Repeat.] But armed in virtue firm and true, his hopes are fixed on Heaven and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, and gloom obscured Columbia’s day, : His steady mind, from changes free, resolved on death or liberty. Be = ee 19 Unfurl the Glorious Banner. Copied by permission of Frreru, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Unfurl the glorious banner! Let it sway upon the breeze, The emblem of our country’s pride. On land and on the seas; The emblem of our liberty Borne proudly inthe wars, The hope of every freeman, The gleaming stripes and stars! CHORUS. Then unfurl the glorious banner Out upon the welcoming air, Read the record of the olden time : Upon its radiance there! 0 . In the battle it shall lead us, ~ And our banner ever be, A beacon light to glory, And a guide to victory. The glorious band of patriots, Who gave the flag its birth, Have writ with steel in history, The record of their worth ; ‘From east to west, from sea to sea, From pole to tropic sun, » . Will eyes grow bright, and hearts throb high; At the name of Washington. : Ah! proudly should we bear it, And guard thigfiag of ours, — Borne bravely in its infancy, Amidst the darker hours. Only the brave may bear it; A guerdon it shall be For those who well have won the right. To boast of liberty. The meteor flag of seventy-six! Long may it wave” in pride, _.To tell the world how nobly The patriot fathers died; When, from the shadows of their night, “*, ‘Out burst the brilliant sun;’ -. 2/5 It bathed in light the stripes and stars, And lo! the field is won. ‘ “hm Odo to Woshingion, | Copied by permission ‘of Finru, Pond & Co., Music Publishers, 547° Broadway, N. Y || A. Nation’s wrongs upon its sonst press'd hard; And for redress ¢ach manly heart was beating ; | In strife each sturdy: yeoman’s arm was. bared, And North and South our, warlike bands were meeting. | Our Country sowgslit'« Chief, and‘ one’ was found Whose name.was. then untold, scarce known in story; Whose brow by honor'’s*wreath: was only bound— ‘Twas Washington, our pride, our’boast, our glory! | The first in battle and the first in peace, His sword th’ usurping foe forever dreaded ; \He led the van, he:bade the turmoilcease, His voice our N ation’s couticils’ ever neadda,_ ‘The people call’d him father, and each child: Wastaught to-bless the name renowned in Story; And e’en the savage in his forest wild, Called Washingtotr the’earth’s proud boast, and glory t ‘The strife is o’er, his.rest the warrior seeks, . Upon his pillow calmly:he reposes; His lips move saber faintly now he speaks A whispered pray’r, in death his.sight now-eloses. “T’ve served my country; and: the God: Lown ; Our cause was just,.’twill be renown’d in story, And now I:go-te-serve my, God alone.” Thus died. our ; Nation! 's pride, our boast/and glory! Er ;, Heaven, for the Rights,» Am—The Red, White and Blue. Fort Sumter! Fort Sumter is taken! The flag of our‘fathers hauled downt © Bold hearts of the’ Union awaken, And prove you are sons of renown. All ties of your’ party now sever, And flock ’round’ your standard ’ so tue! || Compromise now ?"Oh; never? ‘Not never! The sword and the’Red; Whité and Blue. Chorus—Three cheers’ for the Red, White and Blue, Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue, We'll fight for our rights now and_ever, Turee cheers, for the Red, White,and Blue. | Old Abe’s made ‘his? Zqst proclamation,“ )' '* | The heart of the West'will not ‘shrink, Unite, then, and stand by the nation, And do of thé°deéds which you thik‘ | He calls on each’ pattiot’s devotion, | He calls on you, sir, and you’ ; {Then drown every ome-tié emotion,’ | And cling to-the*Red, White atid Blties* ‘Though war wages wide desolation; Though the South howl its hoarse bauaee was in him W:so: bold, ould; have ‘cocked. iti; shrink’t it off ther’s pocket, (29 And Captain Davis had a gun, He kind of clap’d his hand on’t, And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on’t. And there I seen a pumpkin shell Asrbig: as mother’s hasin ; And every time they touched it off They scampered like the nation. I seen.a little barrel, too, The heads were made of leather, They -knock’d upon’t with. little clubs, And call’d the folks together. And there was Captain: W ashington, And. gentlefolks about him; They say he’s grown so tarnal proud He will-not tide without ’em. He got him in his meetin’ clothes Upon a slapping stallion ; He set the world along in rows In hundreds and in millions. The flaming ribbons in his-hat, They looked so teating fine, ah, L.wanted pokily to get , To give to my Jemimah. }'see another snarl of men, A digging graves, they told me, So. tarnal long, so te arnal, deep They ’tendeéd they should hold me. But I can’t tell you half I see, They kept up such a smother ; So I took my hat off—made a bow, And scampered home to mother. The Northern Boys, Arn—WMinsirel Boy. The Northern boys. to. the war have gone— In the Federal ranks you'll find them! To the rebel fields they are marching on, With their own dear homes behind them “Freedom’s Land!" cry soldiers brave, “ Though traitors dark would grieve thee, Our Star-Flag still shall o’er thee wave, And true souls never leave thee !” Then forward, boys, o’er Southern plains, Your souls in firm communion ; Through rebel steel and slavery’s chains Our swords shall'strike for Union! The Star-Flag still shall waye o’er all, In spite of daring knavery— And if some power is doomed to fall, It will be the power of Slavery I 31 Viva L’ America. Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright.” ; Noble Republic! happiest of lands, Foremost of nations, Columbia stands ; ‘ Freedom’s proud banner floats in the skies, Where shouts of Liberty daily arise: “ United we stand, divided we fall,” Union forever, freedom to all. CHORUS, ‘Throughout the world our motto shall be, Viva l’America, home of. the free. 7 Should ever traitor rise in the land, Curs’d be his homestead, wither’d ‘his hand ; Shame be his mem’ry, scorn be his lot, Exile his heritage, his name a oi; “ United we stand, divided we fall,” Granting a home and freedom to all. Throughout the world, etc. To all her heroes, justice and fame, To all her foes, a traitor’s foul name; Our “Stripes and Stars” still proudly shall wave, Emblem of Liberty, flag of the brave. “United we stand, divided we fall,” Gladly we'll die at our country’s call. Throughout the world, ete, | We fight but for-the Union, and the Red; White and-Blue, || 32 Hurra for the Union. , Amn Wait for the. Wagon. . Come, brothers all, unite with us, come join us one and all ; United we must conquer, but divided we shall fall ; ei Our flag is for the Union, and we have a gallant crew, Who have raised it, and who love it—'tis the Red, White and Blue: CHORUS. Then hurra for the Union! Hurra forthe’ Union ! Hurra for the.Union, and the Red, White and-Blue. Our ship’s the Constitution, and g66d patriots’at the helm ‘Will bring us into action, and our foes'we'll Overwhelm. They'll find that we'll be wide awake enough to put them through ; Let our watchword be “The Union” and the Red, White and Blue, oe : Then hurta forthe: Union, étey: : Our flag shall be respected—not trampled in the dust— The Stars and Stripes shalli not come down, though traitors . say. they; must, vist ' Thank God, we have Captain to his country ever true ; We will stand by Winfield Scott, and by the Red, White and Blue: @ . : Then hurra for the Union, ete: Come, then, all ood and true men, and let us all unite, With such a gallant leader we are‘stre tO win the fight; Political distinctions late to the winds we threw ; Then hurra- for the Union, etc. Wé fight‘to*save' the Union, and God is‘on’ our sidéy We fight to.put'down traitors who thé/ Union would divide ; And millions rally round, our flag,;which no power can subdue; We can die—but we can not pull down the Red, White and Blue. : Then hurra for the Union, etc, , 33 A National Hymn. Am—Union and Liberty. 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! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, While through the sounding’ sky Loud rings the nation’s cry— Union and Liberty! One evermore | 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 claud that would darken a star. Empire unsceptered! what foe shall assail thee, Rearing the standard of Liberty’s van ? Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, Striving with men for the birthright of man! 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 ! Lord of the Universe! shield us and guide us, Trusting. Thee always, through shadow and sun! ' Thou hast united us ;°who shall divide us ? Keep us, oli, keep us, the Many in One! 34 Our Country, Right) or Wrong, Copied by permission of Firra, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. In freedom’s:name our blades, we draw, She’ arms us for the fight ; For country; government and law; For. liberty and right: The Union must, shall be preserved, Our flag still o’er us fly ; That ‘cause our ‘hearts and hands has nerved, And we will do or die. Then come, ye hardy volunteers, Around our standard throng; And pledge man’s hope of coming years, Dur country, right or wrong: Chorus—Our country, right or wrong, Inspires the burden of our song; It was the glory of our sires, Our country, right or wrong! It is the duty of us all, To check. rebellion’s sway ; To rally at the nation’s call, And we that voice obey: We, like a band of brothers, go, A hostile league to break ; To rout, a spoil-encumbered foe, And what. is ours, retake. Then come, ye hardy volunteers, Around our standard throng ; And pledge man’s hope of coming years Our country, right or wrong! Chorus—Our country, right or wrong, &c. on | March Awa; Arr—Digq The starry flag is str Hark ! ’tis the trum] | March “away, march away With flashing arms, | Haste we at our lead | March away, march away cH | Then all forward for the 1 | With sturdy clasp your | And swear to save the U1 | Torsave our glorious Uni | To save the glorious U' Swarm amain in our | March ‘away, march awa) Shall they the’ sacre¢ That binds’ the Unio March ‘away, march ‘awa, What though Jeff D They fail to make o March away, march ‘awa With Freedom’s ens The Usurper’s ranks March away; march ‘awa Hurra! the good ol | Tvrants and Traito1 March ‘away, march awa Then, comrades, se Remember Ellsworth March away, march aw: | Secession’s boastful, 1 ‘ 34 Y., owners of the copyright, e our blades, we draw, r the fight ; rrnment and law, right: Shall be preserved, er us fly; arts and hands ‘has nerved, or die. ‘dy volunteers, adard throng; hope of coming years, rht or wrong: ight or wrong, burden of our song; ‘y of our sires, , right or wrong! all, on’s sway ; on’s call, ice obey; _ brothers, go, to break ; umbered foe, 8, retake. ly volunteers, ‘d throng; 's hope of coming years or wrong! ountry, right or wrong, &c. Right or Wrong, iRTH, Pond & Co., Music Publishers, oe EE March Away, Volunteers, Ark—Dizie's Land. The starry flag is streaming o’er ts; Hark! ’tis the trumpet, clear, sonorous, March “away, march away, march away, Volunteers ! With flashing arms, as bright as morning, FHlaste we’ at our leader’s warning ; | March away, march away, march away, Volunteers ! CHORUS. Then all forward for the Union, ye brave! ye brave! | With sturdy clasp your weapons grasp, | And swear to save the Union !: to save, to ‘save ; | Tosave our glorious Union! to'save,; to save, To save the glorious Union! Secession’s boastful, ill-fed Tegionss Swarm amain in our Southern regions ; | March ‘away, march away, march away, Volunteers ! Shall they the sacred compact sever That binds’ the Union? No, no, never! | March way, march “away, march away, Volunteers ! What though Jeff Davis’ hosts assemble ! | They fail to make our stouts hearts tremble ; March away, march ‘away, march away, Volunteers ! With Freedom’s ensign waving o’er ‘us, The Usurper’s ranks shall fall before us ; March away; march ‘away, march away, Volunteers ! Hurra! the good old flag is flying, Tyrants and Traitors still defymg; | March away, march away, march ‘away, Volunteers ! Then, comrades, seize“your arms—be ready ! Remember Ellsworth ! “Forward ! ‘steady ! March away, march away, march ‘away, Volunteers ! a } 36 God Save the Union God save America! Home of the free! Land where to heay’n alone-man bows the knee; Land. where the. wanderer proudly may toil; Land where the freeman dwells lord of the soil. Hark! the loud anthem of liberty thrills Out from her woodlands and over her hills: Swords shall not sever Freedom’s communion ; Now and forever, God save the Union! God save America!’ Bounteous and blest; Nations their nourishment draw from her breast; And as from prairie-land springs the ripe corn, Up from her fruitfulness empires are born. While the loud chorus of liberty swells Over her mountains and out from her dells: Swords shall not sever, etc. God save America! Queen-like she shines, Sceptered with rivers.and jeweled with mines; Robed in her merchandries, zoned with her:ships ; All the world welcoming smiles from her lips. While the sweet .anthem of liberty thrills Out from her woodlands and over her hills; Swords shall not sever, etc. God save America! Land of our loye! ‘Grandly her banner-stars shine from above; Waving o’er mountain-tops, flashing from spars! God save America! God save her stars! While the loud chorus of liberty swells Over her mountains and up from her dells: Swords shall not sever, etc, 87 Enfield Gun. Arr—Cruiskeen Lawn. Let the rebels grind their teeth, While cowards crouch beneath, And let Davis for money still dun ; But soon they'll fly the track, When they hear a little crack From a rifle-barreled Enfield gun! gun! gun! From a rifle-barreled Enfield gun. My rifle’s name is Enfield My Leader’s name is Burnside, And we'll show them in the battle-field, fun, fun, fun, And we’ll show them in the battle-field, fun. With their cotton and their nig’s, _ They have run some precious rigs ; But their game’s played out and overdone ; For their cotton doesn’t pay, And their darkies run away From a rifle-barreled, Enfield gun, gun, gun ! From a rifle-barreled Enfield gun ! My rifle’s name is Enfield— _ My leader’s name is Burnside, And we'll show them in the battie-field, fun, fun, ,fun, Oh, we'll show them in the battle-field, fun. The: Patriot “Flag, Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponn & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Fling to the;breeze the patriot flag, Its starry folds unfurl; Though rebels flaunt their recreant rag, And fierce defiance hurl, Columbia’s sons, the brave, the free, Will onward march to victory. If brothers must ’gainst brothers fight, And brothers’ blood must flow, God, as of yore, ‘will guard the right, And lay the traitor low ! Columbia’s sons, the brave, the free, Will onward march to victory. The flag neath which our fathers feli~ *Neath which our braves have bled— Shall, hallowed in our memory dwell, Wave ever o’er our head— Columbia’s sons, the brave, the free, Will onward march to victory. As God has set His stars in heaven Firm on their azure plain, So shall the stars.by Freedom given Upon that flag remain! Columbia’s sons, the brave, the free, Will onward march to victory. Fling out the patriot flag on high, In glory if shall wave ; Better a hero's death to-die, Than live-a.traitor-knaye! Columbia’s sons, the brave, the free, Will onward march to victory. Nm pee 39 Anth SUNG AT THE GREAT UNIO} Goa’s blessing be U Our own, our. Na The Land our Fatl By. the strong he The keen ax and tl When. they, fell’d And the tyrant-fe The free, the ricl Gop For’ ouR NAT Up with the starry The red stripes a Where’er its glories In peace or in th We own its high ¢c For the Flag. oul O’er our childres And their childr Gop For OUR NAT Who doth that flas We challenge as Who will not for} Out from us he | So let them.u nderst Who that dear ] Which won the We brand with Gop For ouR Na Our Native Land, In one united v To keep thee stro And gilorio We pledge each | By the blood :o By the ashes of By the sacred § Gop For ouR N: eee —————————— ratriot Flag, IRTH, Ponn & Co., Music P = 7 j » OWners of the copyright ze the patriot flag, 3 unfurl ; ‘aunt their recreant rao lance hurl, Tr ons, the brave, the free, 1 march to victory. ’gainst brothers fight blood must flow, vill guard the right 1itor low ! ; ons, the brave, the free march to victory. c rhich our fathers fel] Jur braves have bled— a our memory dwell our head— : ons, the brave, the free march to victory, : is stars in heaven zure plain, by Freedom given emain ! ns, the brave, the free, narch to victory. ot flag on high, wave; th to-die, r-knaye! s, the brave, the free, arch to victory, ublishers, | 39 Anthem, SUNG AT THE GREAT UNION MEETING IN NEW YORK, God’s blessing be upon Our-own, our. Native Land ! The Land our Fathers won By. the strong heart and hand, The keen -ax and the brand; When they. fell’d the forest’s pride, And the tyrant-foe defied, The free, the rich, the wide; Gop For’ our NatrvE LAND! Up with the starry sign, The red stripes and the white! Where’er its glories shine, In peace or in the fight, We own its high command; For the Flag our Fathers gave, O’er our children’s heads shall wave, And their children’s children’s grave; Gop FoR OUR NATIVE LAND! Who doth that flag defy, We challenge as our foe; Who will not for it die, Out from us he must go! So let them. understand, Who that dear Flag disclaim, Which won their Fathers’ fame, We brand with endless shame; Gop FoR OUR NATIVE LAND! Our Native Land, to thee, In one unitéd vow, To keep thee strong and free, And glorious as now, We pledge each heart and hand, By the blood our Fathers shed, By the ashes of our dead, By the sacred soil we tread, Gop ror ouR NATIVE Lanp! ame ep 40 The Dead of the Battle-Field. Atrrn—Burial of Sir John Moore: Nobly he: stood in the midst of the fight, With the flag of the West waving o’er him; And its star-spangled folds were the pride of his sight With the foes of his country before him. Where the battle was fierce o’er the rugged ravine, - He thought not of pause or surrender, — But foremost and first of his ranks he was seen, The nation’s unshrinking defender. - In the midst of the fray the foe he had met, To contend for his country and glory. And oft in the fight, ere the red sun had set, He fell on the battle-field gory. “Oh, give to my sire my weapons,” he cried ; “T have used them as duty commanded. ¢ Press ye on to the fight,” he repeated, and died As his soul for his country expanded. His relics they bore from their war-crimson’d bed, That his bones might his birth-sod encumber ; And many a tear for the hero was shed ~ O’er the last hallow’d place of his slumber. An army of friends form’d his burial train, And with funeral garlands they crowned him ; And they laid him to rest, and they let him remain With the flag of his country around him. 41 God Save the Volunteers | Am—America. God save that noble band Fighting for fatherland, True heroes all! Keep their faith pure and bright, Uphold them by Thy might, While they contend for right, And if they fall— Do Thou their souls receive, Comfort the hearts that grieve, Wipe every tear; Bid all on Thee depend, Each lonely hearth attend ; Be Thou the orphan’s friend, Conquering fear! Long as our rivers flow, Long as one star shall glow, High in the spheres— | Bright shall their memory be, They who have kept us free, True sons of Liberty |— Brave Volunteers ! The’ Zouave’s. Song. Atr— When we went Gipseying. In the days when we went sogering, Not very long ago, The boys looked gay: in red and gray, When dressed from top to toe ; We danced and sung our jocund song, All round our camping green, And naught but, mirth and jollity In every tent was seen And thus we pass the pleasant nights, Awaiting for the foe, Our-muskets primed, our men in line, And anxious all to go. Our hearts are light, our eyes are bright, While nature's face:is gay; When orders come-for.us to march No Zouave slinks away. So fill each glass to every lass, And all our friends most dear— Then drain the can each valiant man, Who scoffs the name of fear. And thus we pass our pleasant time, Awaiting for the foe, Our muskets primed, our men in line, And anxious all to go. 43 The Michigan “ Dixie.” Away down South where grows the cotton, *Seventy-six seems quite forgotten ; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. And men with rebel shout and thunder Tear our good. old flag asunder ; | Far away, far away, faraway, Dixie land. Chorus—Then we're bound for the land of Dixie, hurrah ! hurrah! In Dixie-Jand we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie, away; away, Away down South in Dixie, away, away, Away down South in Dixie. That flag—the foeman quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it; Far away, far away, faraway, Dixie land, And battle fields “are shrined in ‘story, Where its folds were bathed in glory ; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. And now when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it; Far away, faraway, far away, Dixie Tand. Nor from its glorious constellation Stars be plucked by pirate nation; Far away, far patra far away, Dixie land. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah ; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land, And Bunker Hill and Pensacola’ Own alike its mission holy ; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. A4 Marching. Am—Isle of Beauty. Listen to the tramp of soldiers, As they march through every street, To the music of the Union And the heart’s heroic beat. O’er them floats the starry banner, With its stripes of white and red, As they move in solid columns With one grand, harmonious tread. In the distance stands the spirit Of George Washington the Grease, Pointing, with its pallid finger, To the Union’s Ship of State. “Save it!” speaks the old commander— “Save it! every spar and rope: Save it from that curse, Disunion— . Higher build its grandest hope! “ Let your hearts throb ever proudly When you think of Lexington— Of the many glorious triumphs Which your fathers nobly won. “Keep your eyes on burning Sumter, And the flag that floated there "Mid the flame and smoke of battle— *Mid the hot and heavy air. . 45 “March! the grandest of all music Is the tramp of heroes brave ; And the sweetest flowers that blossom, Blossom on the soldier’s grave. “Draw your sword and grasp your musket, Trust in God, defend the right, And the brightest day will greet you That e’er followed darkest night. “Think of Valley Forge and Trenton; Think of bloody Bunker Hill ; I was with you in those battles— Soldiers, I am with you still! “T will guide you through the carnage, Though the bullets fly like rain, Till, the victory won, the Union Shall be blessed with peace again !” And the soldiers bravely marching See the pointing finger write, On the sky that smiles above them, Words of rare, eternal light: Speaking of the deeds of heroes, Of the many glories won, When the soldiers of the Union Marched and fought with Washington! 46 The Old Union Wagon, Ain— Wait for the Wagon. The Eagle of Columbia, in majesty and pride, Still soars aloft in glory, though traitors haye defied The flag we dearly cherish—the emblem of our will— Baptized in blood of heroes,’ way down on Bunker Hill. Cuorvus.—Sam built the wagon, the Old Union Wagon, The star-crested wagon, to give the ‘boys a ride. The war-screech of that eagle-is heard from shore to shore, For clouds of darkrebellion.our sky haveshrouded o’er ; But freedom and its sunlight will break the gloomy pall, And scorch the brow of treason with powder, shell and ball. Curorvus.—Bring.on the wagon, the Old Union Wagon, The tri-colored wagon, we're waiting for a ride. King Cotton may be master o’er those that bend the knee But can not ruie a people who ever will be free As are the winds of heaven—whosge every thought and deed Shall emanate from Justice, and not from Cotton seed. Cuorus.—Stiek ito the wagon, the Old Union Wagon, The triumphal wagon, and we'll all-safely ride, Old Abe is in the wagon, with Halleck by his side, And Seward drives the horses, to take a Union ride; While Burnside is mot idle, and-Stantonj he is.true, And we're all inthe wagon with Yankee-doodle-doo, Cxrorvus.—Shoxe.on the wagon, the Old Union Wagon, God bless the wagon, while patriots shall ride. There’s none can smash the wagon—’tis patented and strong, And built of pure deyotion, hy. those -who :hate the wrong— : Its wheels are made of freedom, which patriots adore; The spokes, when rightly-counted, just number thirty- Cuorvs.—Keep in the wagon, the Old Union Wagon ; The oft-tested wagon, while millions take a ride a - pn AO a _ a ota ne tata 47 ‘Dixie's Farms, Aimr—Uncle Sam's Farm. We're a-coing into business, boys, ’'d have you under- - Stand, For ‘there ‘never was 'so.good atime to speculate in and; We're bound. to.make. our. fortunes quick, without a deak of toil, : By some real estate investments in the market of Free Soil. CHORUS. So come along, come along! Uncle‘Sani can pay ; Right down to Dixie’s land=we shall find the way ; Sugar-lands, cotton-lands, ready for your’‘arms! Dixie’s land is rich enough to.treat.us.all to farms! We've got our muskets in our hands, our knapsacks on our backs ; f Andras for our expenses, Uncle Sam will pay the tax! As for niggers, we'll apprentice them to lt for us the and, And if “massa” comes to catch’’em, we'll declare ’em contraband, [ Chorus. ° Oh! you needn't think we're joking, for the Union is our own, And we're: bound: 'to’ save the. pieces when, # part is overthrown ; We can raise the best Sea Island, and the tallest kind of rice, ae And for sugar “and tobacco we'll ‘be sure to-get our price. [ Chorus. And as for those poor Southern ducks, Jeff Davis and his peers, We'll show them -that‘our: Pilgrim ‘stock ‘are good as Cavaliers; - That honest men are twice the match for all our rebel ‘oes, And honest toil can make the South soon’ blossom like the rose! [ Chorus. 48 The Northmen’s Marseilles, Ye sons of Freedom, awake to glory t Hark ! hark! what thousands bid you rise! Hark! children, wives, and grandsires, hoary, Prevent their tears and save their cries! - Shall hateful minions, terror-breeding, With Southern hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate our land While peace and liberty lie bleeding ? To. arms! to arms! ye brave! The avenging sword unsheath ! March on! march on! all hearts resolve On victory or death ! Now, now the fearful storm is rolling, Which treacherous men have dared to'raise, The traitor bands, unloosed, are howling— And Jo! our sacred shrines invade. And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless Force, with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing ? To arms! to arms, etc. Oh, Liberty,! can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? - Can. dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee, Or threats thy noble spirit tame ? Too long the land has borne, bewailing, That falsehood’s dagger despots wield— But Freedom is our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing. To arms! to arms, etc. 49 The Union Young and Strong. Atr—A_ Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. To the battle, friends and countrymen ! The foe is on our shores, His gold is with your traitors now, And his tramp is at your doors ; Salute your foemen with a shout, . A trumpet’s shout sublime— _A people’s voice which must be heard By nations and by time. Arouse and arm, and onward swarm, With trumpet-note and song, For the glorious days of seventy-six, And the Union young and strong. When our fathers fought for liberty, Though weak in numbers then, hat mattered it to them, so long The few they: had. were men? And shall we shame our fathers ? Shall we dim the name we bear, While our country is the monument To tell us who they were? Arouse and arm, etc. To the battle; then, my countrymen ! The foe comes darkly on; There is fame for those who fight with us, And shame, for those who run. Aloft in air your falchions bear, _ Sound trumpet-note, and song, For the glorious. days of seventy-six, And the Union young and strong. Arouse and arm, etc. ® 50, on “The Banner of the Nation. BY MERWIN DAVIS. : Arrn— The Hunter's Horn. From house-top and hill-side the old banner throw, With unlessen’d stars to the breeze let it go, And may it foraye,against every foe, Hold its proud, unrival’d station. When traitors assail our glorious Jand, Thwarting her progress—her mission so grand— Oh, swear before Heaven, ‘with uplifted’ hand, “By the good old flag—Columbia’s flag—the o. _. freéman’s flag—our fathers” flag— Oh, swear before Heaven, with uplifted hand, ‘By the true old flag of the nation, By the true old flag of the nation, By the true old-flag of the nation. Ah! hear ye the roll of the traitors’ dtim ? The tramp of the rebels as onward they’ come To sully our ‘flag, and from’ Capitol dome Hurl it down in degradation? — Then forward! ye legions of trwe ‘men’ dnd’ brave, Arch-traitors to vanquishyour’ country ‘té save ; And with reverent words, ‘by °Washington’s grave, Raisexthe good. old flag, etc. Now and forever hold sacred each bar, Never blot’ from its field a single bright ‘star, And may all thé nations; both near‘dnd)afar, Still behold its” éziltation. In breeze of tlié thorn; or tempest/of night— O’er temple of peace, or in front of the-fight, May the rolling yéars'in ‘the vanguard of right Find the good old flag, etc. eS 51 Our Country, Arr— Washing Day. ‘Ye sailors on the mighty deep, Ye soldiers of the land, Your sacred oaths we bid ye keep, We bid ye faithful stand. This broad land, this whole land, This free land is yours ; It is the noble Union Your Constancy secures ! No narrow State, in this dread hour, Shall dare to claim your birth, Allegiance to the Federal power Is more than Home or Hearth. This broad land, this whole land, This free land is yours ; It is the noble Union Your Loyalty secures! Keep ye the mighty. river Unbroken in its tide, And the hills that stand foreyer, Let no mean hand divide. This broad land, this whole land, This free land is yours; It is the noble Union Your Fidelity secures ! The laws your fathers writ in blood No impious thought shall break, The flag they bore through fire and flood Let no true heart forsake. ' This broad land, this whole land, ’ This free land is yours ; It is the noble Union Your PEARY secures ! 52 Our Union---Right or Wrong. Arrn— Ole Virginny Never Tire. Rouse, hearts of Freedom’s only home! Hark to Disunion’s cry ; Dear Liberty, beneath her dome, Proclaims that danger’s nigh; - Come, let your noble shout go forth, In trumpet-voices strong— “We know no South, we know no North, Our Union—right or wrong.” The temple our brave fathers made, The wonder of the world! . Shall they behold their sons dismayed When Treason’s flag’s unfurled ? Oh! never, by the glorious stars Which on our banners throng! Rouse, sons of three victorious wars, For Union—right or wrong ! Our patriotic fathers’ shades, With Washington on high, Peint to their blood-anointed blades, And to their children cry— “ Rouse, Freemen, to your fathers’ seats, On to the rescue throng ; Defend the Union’s sacred stars, The Union—right or wrong.” Sons of the press, proclaim its worth In telegraphic fires ; “Bid Young America stand forth, And emulate their sires! Wake ! sister States, and hand in hand, Round Freedom’s temple throng ; Come, shout in one united band, Our Union—right or wrong ! 53 Our Whole Country. k Am—Bruce’s Address. Who would sever Freedom’s shrine.? Who would draw the invidious line ? Though by birth one spot be mine, Dear is all the rest: Dear to me the South’s fair land, Dear the central mountain band, Dear New England’s rocky strand, Dear the glorious West. By our altars, pure and free, By our laws’ deep-rooted tree, By the past’s dread memory, By our Washington: By our.common parent tongue, By our hopes—bright, buoyant, young— By the tie of country strong, We will still be one. By the sacred cause of truth, By our country’s growing youth, And our Union, ay, forsooth, We will firmly stand : By our fathers’ glorious name, _ And their pure undying fame, We will stop these traitors’ game— Treason’s treacherous hand. Red, White and. Blue. Oh; Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of ‘each patriot’s devotion A world Offers homage to thee! Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When liberty’s form stands in view, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When burne by the red, white, and*blue ! When borne by the red, white, and blue |! Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue! When war raged its wide desolation, And threaten’d our land to deform, The ark then of freedom’s foundation, Columbia rode safe through the storm ; With her garland of victory o’er her, When. so proudly.she bore her bold crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue The boast of, etc. The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, And fill you it up to the brim: May the wreath they have won never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim; May the service united ne’er sever, But hold to their colors so true— The army and navy forever! Three chéérs for the red; white, and blue! Three cheers for, etc. | growing; dim, 55 All Haiketosthe St Air—Mul BY GEORGE T. ‘After the soldiers from the brutally shot down, a young. ma lay upon the ground. mort ass wildly about, exclaimed’ * All ha and fell back dead.” When home returning fro They wend their way, They'll point to wounds |} Which fought against But noble wounds will be As each his blood-stain And thinks how rose that «“ Aj] hail the glorious | “ All hail the Stars and : Are graven, now, on ¢ A Nation’s. watch word—! Of every future act a | “« All hail the glorious Sté The echo leaps from h We first crew breath ben We'll live and die ben “ AJ} hail the Stars.and | From forest home to ¢ Ten thousand times ten’ Are raised to free that To each proud heart ne To each strong arm 0 And raised aloft from ¢ The Stars and Stripes fa. DA lela Vhite and. Blue. gem of the ocean, he brave and the free, h patriot’s devotion homage ‘to thee! ke heroes assemble, form stands in view, e tyranny tremble, y the red, white and blue: by the red, White, and bide ! by the red, white, and blué | rs make tyranny tremble, by the red, white, and blue! ts wide desolation, our land to deform, ‘eedom’s foundation, safe through the storm ; of victory o’er her, ly she bore her bold crew, dly floating before her, e red, white, and blue The boast of, etc. wine cup bring hither, ip to the brim: ey have won never wither, heir glory grow dim ; ited ne’er sever, ‘ colors so trué— y forever’! the red; white, and blue Three cheers.for, etc, estat antennae teeta eree 55 All Hailstosthe) Starsvand ‘Stripes, Arrn—Muleteer. BY GEORGE T. BOURNE, ‘After the soldiers from) the Old: Bay; State’ had: been brutally shot down, a young man, scarcely twenty years old, lay upon the ground mortally wounded. With his eyes fast; | growing dimy,, he; raised himself erect, and.tossing, hiss arms | wildly about, exclaimed: ‘ All hail to the Stars and Stripes,’ and fell back dead.” [Extract from a letter, When home returning from the fight They wend their way, with noble scars, They'll point to wounds by traitorous hands Which fought against the Stripes and Stars. But noble wounds will be forgot As each ‘his blood-stained saber wipes, And thinks how rose that dying voice, “ All hail the glorious Stars and_ Stripes.” “ All hail the Stars and Stripes! The words Are graven, now, on every heart ; A Nation’s. watchword—Freedom’s song— Of every future act a part. “ All hail the glorious Stars and Stripes !” The echo leaps from hill to hill We first crew breath beneath its folds, We'll live and die beneath it still! “‘ All hail the Stars and Stripes,” the cry, From forest home to ocean’s shore !* Ten thousand times ten“thotsand hands Are raised to free that flag°once more ; To each proud heart ‘iiew hope is sent, To each strong arm ew strength is given, And raised aloft from every “home, The Stars and Stripes float Héarer heaven ! | | Long Live the Great and’ Free, BY ROBERT M. HART. Arr—LZlien Bayne. Shrine of devotion ! Far o'er the ocean Sounds the loud welcome for all to our home; Millions cross the briny tide, For those blessings oft denied— Long-live the great and free for ages to come. Chorus—Shout for freedom loud and long! Let each patriot join the song— May Columbia ever. boast Of GEoRGE WASHINGTON, “Faith, love, and duty, Grace and its beauty,” Be this our motto, and flourish we must! Freedom then will shine afar As our nation’s chosen star— Long live the great and free, God is our trust. Wave on in: glory— Bright be thy story, Flag of Columbia! pure gem of the West! May ‘thy victories ever be Peace, good-will, and harmony— Long live the great and free, happy and blest. Our UNton forever ! Naught can dissever ; Bright constellation of unfading ray, May thy splendor ever beam— Idol of the patriot’s dream— Blessing the great and free in America! i —e Traitor! Beware Arn— Woodman, spar Traitor! beware our fil It shelters freemen ] Display your own vile And let it fright the Our flag was Washing ’T was Marion’s and The Southland’s hones ' Once gave it to bred Our old and glorious Of Union’s bond it 1 On every mountain cr Its starry fold out-s) Withdraw your impiot And touch not Free Its stars, o’er all our 1: Like heaven’s own | We've sworn by Bunk We've sworn by Su Our flag shall “ onwar Where Union leads Old flag! old glorious For Union still it w No traitor hordes shal Its folds o’er crouc! 56 ] a the Great and Free, ROBERT M. HART. IR—LHillen Bayne. devotion ! he ocean velcome for all to our home; ross the briny tide, blessings oft denied— it and free for ages to come. for freedom loud and long! ch patriot join the song— 7 Columbia ever boast ORGE WASHINGTON, ve, and duty, l its beauty,” , and flourish we must? 1en will shine afar ion’s chosen star— and free, God is our trust. glory— hy story, pure gem of the West! ictories ever be 1-will, and harmony— and free, happy and blest. forever ! t dissever ; ) Of unfading ray, lendor.ever beam— patriot’s dream— hnd free in America ! i." atl Traitor! Beware Our Flag. Am— Woodman, spare that Tree, Traitor! beware our flag, . It shelters freemen brave ; Display your own vile rag, And let it fright the slave! Our flag was Washington’s— ’T was Marion’s and ’twas Lee’s— The Southland’s honest sons Once gave it to breeze, Our old and glorious flag, Of Union’s bond it tells; On every mountain crag Its starry fold out-swells! Withdraw your impious hand, And touch not Freedom’s sign! Its stars, o’er all our land, Like heaven’s own stars must shine! We've sworn by Bunker Hill, We've sworn by Sumter’s fray, Our flag shall “ onward” still, Where Union leads the way! Old flag! old glorious flag! For Union still it waves! No traitor hordes shall drag Its folds o’er crouching slaves! 58 Hunting Song of the Chivalry. Am—A4 Southerly Wind, nie s A Southerly breeze and a cloudy sky, Proclaim it a hunting morning, Let’s out with the dogs, and down on the game, Nor give them 4 moment’s warning. Hollo! ho! hollo! we've noble sport, Chasing Liberty, Right, and Reason ; So, out with the bloodhounds we’ve nursed, and reared, The bloodhounds of War and ‘Treason ! A savage pair of old dogs are they, Keen, cruel, and hungry with keeping ;- But soon, they shall quench their hunger and thirst, At the throat of Liberty leaping. Hollo! ho! hollo! we’ve noble sport, With the fawn of Liberty flying: But hark! what damnable shot was that ? Tis our hounds,—not the fawn;—who are dying! Our Flag. Onr flag is there! our Flag is there! We'll hail it with three loud huzzas | Our Flag is there! our Flag is there | Behold the glorious Stripes and Stars ! Stout hearts have fought for that bright Flag, Strong hands sustained it mast-head high, And oh! to see how proud it waves, Brings tears of joy in every eye. Our flag is there! our flag is there ! We'll hail it with three loud Huzzas ! Our Flag is there! Our Flag is, there ! Behold the glorious Stripes and Stars! That Flag has stood the battle’s roar, With foemen stout, with foemen brave ; Strong hands have strove that Flag to lower, And found a speedy watery grave! That Flag is known on every shore, . The standard of a gallant band, Alike sustained in peace or war, It floats ‘o’er Freedom’s happy land. Our Flag, etc. 60 A Doleful Ballad. Arrn—Uncle Ned. There was a young nigger, and its name it was “ Secesh”"— ni e's It was born but a little while ago ; It was weak in the spine and trembly in the flesh, And soon found that living was “no go.” CHORUS. So lay down the cannon and the gun, Hang up the bugle and the drum, There’s no, more “imbibing” for poor young “Secesh,” It’s gone with the pickaninies—gone ! Young “ Secesh” had fingers, but they hadn’t any nails, His eyes never opened very wide; There wasn’t any corn for to make a corn-cake, And he consequently starved and died. So lay down the cannon, ete. When young “ Secesh” died, Massa Davis took it hard, ’T was his own little darling, that was plain; And poor Missus Davis she feels very bad, ’Cause she never see the White House again, Se lay down the cannon, etc. 61 Banner Song, - Ain—Flag of our Union. : A song for our flag,—a song for our band, A song for the brave andthe free! The motto we wear,—united we stand, Tried and true comrades are we. United in heart, united in hand, A Union that time can not sever. , CHORUS. A shout for our flag, a shout for our band ; Honor and freedom forever ! Unfurl the old flag, let it float far on-high ; The chorus exulting ascend. While one star remains we conquer, or die By the banner we dare to defend. No cowardly heart, no traitorous hand Mars the Union that time can not sever. Chorus. Where’er it may wave, our own standard sheet, By mountain, or river, or sea, We press on the march with unwearied feet, While the gleam of its starlight, we see. Here’s to our friends, a health and a hand, Remembrance that time can not sever. Chorus, We're all for the North, for the South too we are, United, unchanged evermore. No Palmetto flag—for us no Jone star, But the stripes, and the old thirty-four. Keep step to the’song, be it right, be it wrong ; No State can this Union dissever. Hurrah for the stripes! Hurrah for the stars! The Union, the Union forever. Re ae Cairo. Am—The White Cockade. There’s a place out West where the Union troops Take toll from the rebel ships and sloops, And if down the river a craft would go, She must recognize a custom-house at Ca-i-ro CHORUS. Ca-i-ro, oh Ca-i-ro! There’s no giving that the slip, you know; And if down the river the traitors want to go, They’ll have to get their baggage checked at Ca-i-ro! ' The rolling Mississippi was a highway free When the people down in Dixie’s acted honestly, But since, like plunderers, they’ve cut up so, They’ll have to pay a floating tax to Ca-i-ro! Ca-i-ro, oh Ca-i-ro! ete. The Southern chivaligators now, they say, To capture the place are on their way ; But if they’d take my adyice they’d never try to go Within telescopic range of Ca-i-ro! Ca-i-ro, oh Ca-i-ro! ete. 63 Columbia. Forever ! ADAPTED FROM MOORE'S “ SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.” Sublime was.the warning. that Liberty, spoke,,, And grand was the moment, when, Northmen, awoke Into life and revenge: from conspiracy’s claim. Oh, Liberty ! let not, this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a breeze,.o’er the waves of the West ; Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot, Nor, oh! be the cry of her children forgot Columbia forever |. and eyez the same ! If the fame of our fathers, bequeathed with theirrights Give to country its charm, and to home its delighte— If deceit be a wound, and suspicion a shame, Then, ye men of the Union, our cause is the same ! And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, | Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Than to turn his last sigh into victory’s, breath— | Columbja forever! and ever the same! God prosper the,cause !—oh, it can not but thrive While the pulse of one patriot heart-is alive Its devotion. to, feel, and its rights to maintain ; Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die! The finger of glory shall point where they lie; While far from the footstep of coward or slave The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave— Columbia forever! and ever the same! i . 64 To the 79th. Highlanders. BY ROBERT M, HART. Ain—The Days when we went Gipseying. ‘With hearts of nerve, that never swerve When duty calls to arms, These noble lads, with kilts and plaids, They fear not war’s alarms; =~ For on the field they ne’er will yield, But battle with the foe, And wave our Fare banner there, R Though blood shall freely flow. } RATS *Mid clash of steel, or bugle’s peal, Or death’s relentless flight, Where cannons boom, and settling gloom, Shall veil.them from our sight; But when the smoke its pall has broke, The Seventy-ninth will be Victorious neath the Stars and Stripes, The emblem of the Free! } Rereas, Though Wallace sleeps, his memory keeps Their courage firm and true ; And Bruce we find, is there enshrined, While all his laurels strew Their path that leads through daring deeds, To glory and to fame; I For Freedom with our noble Scots ; ate : Is.still a glowing. flame. ay olf ge fe: et eee aR Rae te Bese Ae —- Spa OTP aS Oe ty And as they come, with tap of drum, | When war shall cease its roar, A happy throng with festive song i “Will welcome and adore; While many.a lass will hand a glass, And sing with merry glee a The praise of those who nobly fought The battles of the Free. ; Reprat- if « ae — 65 _ The Sword of Bunker Hill, BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE, He lay upon his dying bed, His eye was growing dim, When, with'a feeble voice, he call’d His weeping son to him: “ Weep not, my boy,” the veteran said, a “T Dew to heaven’s high will; ut quickly from yon antlers brin Phepecaioaiinnke: HA? { Rerzan, The sword was brought—the soldier’s eye Lit with a sudden flame; And, as he grasp’d the ancient blade, He murmur’d Warren’s name; Then said, “ My boy, I leave you gold, : a what is a still, i eave you—mark me, mark me, now— The aunal of Bunker Hill. t Heraar. “Twas on that dread, immortal day, I dared the Briton’s band; A captain raised ‘this blade on me, I tore it from his hand; And while the glorious battle raged, It lightened Freedom’s will, For boy, the God of Freedom bless’d ive se The sword of Bunker Hill. ae “Oh, keep the sword—” his.accénts broke, A smile, and he was dead; But his wrinkled hand still grasp’d the blade, Upon that dying bed. The son.remains, the sword remains, Its glory growing still, And twenty millions bless the sire And sword of Bunker Hill. = t REPEArT. A 2 RIEL HE eS RE es ee mg aS ER SE tre ~set iad Site ; , i i 66 -The Zouaye Boys, ~ Am—Nelly Bly. Zouaves sly, shut one eye When they goto sleep; But where. spies and Eavoxs lurk, One eye they. open. keep. | «ig Ki, Zouaves hibo, Zouaves !) don’t benapping now, \But, day or night, just for a fight,’ be ready ‘anyhow 3 a my When they march they lift their feet, And then they set them down ; But when they fight, there’s music in That ‘part of the town !—CHorvs, When they sing, their-roaring voice So-frightful is'to hear, That, at the sound, from all around, The rebels cut and clear !—Cuorus. The F. F/s shirk the dirty, work— Before the fight begins They seta row of niggers up To save their own poor skins —Cxorts. Boys, hurra! we'll teach the law, To Letchersand to Wise; Eee and pine-wood for dabli Senne “Who our flag defies.” Hi, Zouaves ! ho, Tonaves! three cheers for your cause ! Your arms keep bright, your hearts keep light—brave gonititatis of the laws ! —_ : = - =a ae : 67 Let Cowards shrink. Arr—Some Love to Roam. Ler cowards shrink from the, battle’s brink, yrom the face, of danger flee ; But w chosen band in; the enemys land; Aad.afight-for the,right.for me. Where; bayonets, shine, in the,steady line, Ou | resalutely..we)go.; Our, steps.ne’er, lag, when.we follow our flag, Or chase the flying foe,—Ho! ho! ho! hof -OHORUS, '° Let, cowards shrink from the battle’s brink, ¥rom the face of, danger flee ; But a chosen, band.in the ehemy’ s land, And a fight for the right for me. Thesthaitors we mark; in: the forest, dark,’ And the prowling spy, we track; Though the foe wields welldknife, shot and shell, We'll send them better back. So with Steady aim at the rebel game; And hearts that fear no foe; In Freédom’s cause, for our rights,’ our! laws, Oh! steadily forth we'll gojx—Hotl/hol‘ho! ho! CHORUS. Let cowards shrink from ‘the battle’s: brink, From the fice of*dangerifleé; °° But a‘chosen band*in the €nemy’s land, And a fight for the right for me. 68 The Yankee Boy, Am— Yankee Doodle. A Yankee boy is trim and tall, And never over fat, sir; At dance or frolic, hop and ball, Ife’s nimble as a gnat, sir. Chorus—Yankee Doodle! Fire away! What Yankee boy’s afraid, sir? Yankee Doodle was the tune At Lexington was play’d, sir. He’s always out. on training day, Commencement or election. At truck and trade he knows the way Of thriving, to perfection. Yankee Doodle, etc. His door is always open found, His cider of the best, sir ; His board with pumpkin-pie is crown’d; And welcome every guest, sir. Yankee Doodle, etc. Though rough and little is his farm, That little is his. own; sir; His hand _is strong, his heart.is warm, Tis truth and honor’s throne, sir, Yankee Doodle, etc. His Country is his pride and boast, He’ll ever prove true blue, sir; When: called upon to-give his toast, *Tis :, “ Yankee Doodle do, sir.” Yankee Doodle, etc. Ame My country, "4 Sweet land of Of thee I si Land where nD Land of the F From every 1 Let freedor My native co Land of the. n Thy name IT love the roc Thy woods ay My heart wit Like that a Let music sw And ring fror Sweet free Let. mortal to Let ‘all that bk Let rocks the The sound Our fathers’ Author of lik To thee 1 Long may 01 With freedo Protect us b Great Goc 68 Yankee Boy, — Yankee Doodle. y is trim and tall, over fat, sir; frolic, hop and ball, le as a gnat, sir. kee Doodle! Fire away! ‘hat Yankee boy’s afraid, sir? ee Doodle was the tune t Lexington was play’d, sir. out. on training day, pment or election. trade he knows the way , to perfection. Yankee Doodle, etc, ways open found, f the best, sir ; h pumpkin-pie is crown’d; ne every guest, sir. rankee Doodle, etc. and little is his farm, s his own; sir; rong, his heart.is ‘warm, ad honor’s throne, sir, ankee Doodle, etc. his pride and boast, rove true blue, sir; pon to-give his toast,