Subject Songs from the Civil War Date Wed, 24 Jan 90 155657 EST MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM CIVIL W

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Newsgroups: freenet.shrine.songs From: aa300 (Jerry Murphy) Subject: Songs from the Civil War Date: Wed, 24 Jan 90 15:56:57 EST :MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM: :CIVIL WAR SONGBOOK: :MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM: THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM - George F. Root, 1862 Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys rally once again, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom And we'll rally from the hillside We'll gather from the plains, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom Chorus: Forever, hurrah boys hurrah! Down with the traitor and up with the star, And we'll rally round the flag, boys We'll rally once again Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom We are springing to the call For three hundred thousand more, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom. And we'll fill the vacant ranks From our brothers gone before, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom Chorus: We will welcom to our numbers The loyal, true and brave, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom And altho' he may be poor He will never be a slave, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom. Chorus: So we're springing to the call From the East and from the West, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom. And we'll hurl the rebel crew From the land we love the best, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom Chorus: MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA - Henry Clay Work, 1865 Bring the good ol' Bugle boys We'll sing another song-- Sing it with the spirit That will start the world along-- Sing it like we used to sing it Fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the Sea, While we were marching through Georgia How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our Commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even Started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia Chorus Yes and there were Union men Who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag They had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained From breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia Chorus "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys Will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! To reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia Chorus So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude-- Three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, For resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TONIGHT - Lyics: Ethel Beers Music: John Hewitt 1863 "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," Except here and there a stray picket; Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket; Tis nothing! a private or two now and then, Will not count in the new of the battle, Not an officer lost! only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death rattle. "All quiet along the Potomac tonight!" "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming, And the tents in the rays of the clear Autumn moon, And the light of the campfires are gleaming; There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," His musket falls slack-his face dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a pray'r for the children asleep And their mother "May heaven defend her!" The moon seems to shine as brightly as then That night, when the love yet unspoken, Leap'd up to his lips, and when low murmur'd vows, Were pledg'd to be ever unbroken "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," Then drawing his sleeve roughly o'er his eyes, He dashes off the tears that are welling, And gathers his gun close up to his breast, As if to keep down the heart's swelling; He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, And his footstep is lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of the forest so dreary "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," Hark! was it the nightwind that rustles the leaves! Was it the moonlight so wond'rously flashing? It look'd like a rifle! "Ha! Mary goodbye!" And his lifeblood is ebbing and plashing, "All quiet along the Potomac tonight", No sound save the rush of the river, While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, The picket's off duty forever "All quiet along the Potomac tonight," THE VACANT CHAIR - George F. Root, 1862 We shall meet, but we shall miss him, there will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him, While we breath our eveneing prayer When a year ago we gathered, Joy was in his mild blue eye; But a golden chord is severed, And our hopes in ruin lie. Chorus: We shall meet, but we shall miss him, There will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him, When we breath our evening prayer. At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell; At remembrence of the story, How our noble Willie fell; How he strove to bear our banner Thro' the thickest of the fight, And uphold our country's honor, In the strength of manhood's might. Chorus: True they tell us wreaths of glory, Evermore will deck his brow, But this smooths the anguish only Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now. Sleep today, o early fallen, In thy green and narrow bed, Dirges from the pine and cypress, Mingle with the tears we shed. Chorus TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP - George F. Root, 1864 In a prison cell I sit, Thinking, mother dear, of you And our bright and happy home so far away, And the tears they fill my eyes, spite of all that I can do, Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay Chorus Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching, Cheer up comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag, We shall breath the air again, Of freedom in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood, When the fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reached their lines, They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of victory o'er and o'er Chorus So within a prison cell, We are waiting for the day, That shall come to open wide the iron door, And the hollow eyes grow bright, And the poor heary almost gay, And we think of seeing friends and home once more. Chorus HARD TACK - anonymous Let us close our game of poker Take our tin cups in our hand, As we all stand by the cook's tent door; As dried mummys of hard crackers, Are handed to each man Oh hard tack come again no more. Chorus: It's the song the sigh of the hungry, Oh hard tack, hard tack, come again no more. Many days have you lingered upon our stomachs sore, Oh hard tack come again no more. It's a hungry, thirsty soldier who wears his life away, In torn clothes his better days are gone. And he's sighing now for whiskey In a voice as dry as hay Oh hard tack come again no more. Chorus: It's the wail that is heard in the camps Both night and day Tis the murmur that's mingled with each snore; It's the sighing of the soul for spring chickens far away, Oh hard tack come again no more. Chorus But to all these cries and murmurs There comes a sudden hush, As frail forms are fainting by the ooor For they feed us now on horse feed, That the cooks call mush, Oh hard tack come again once more. Last chorus It's the dying wail fo the starving, Oh hard tack, hard tack, come again once more, You were old and very wormy, but we passed your failings o'er, Oh hard tack come again once more. THE ARMY BEAN - Anonymous There's a spot that the soldiers all love, The cook tents the place that we mean, And the dish we love best to find there, Is the old fashioned white army bean. Chorus: 'Tis the bean, that we mean, And we eat as we nevr' ate before, The army bean, nice and clean, We will stick to our beans evermore. Now the bean in its primitive state, Is a plant we have all often met, But when cooked in the old army style, It has a charge we can never forget Chorus: Now the German is fond of sauerkraut, And the potato is loved bye the Mick But the soldiers have long since found out, That through life to our beans we must stick. Last chorus: Tis the bean, that we mean, And we eat as we nevr' ate before, The army bean, nice and clean, We will stick to our beans evermore. The army bean, nice and clean, We will stick to our beans evermore. OLD BLACK JOE - By S.C. Foster, 1860 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe". Chorus I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe". Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain, Why do I sigh that my friends come not again. Grieving for forms now departed long ago. I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe" Chorus Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear that I held upon my knee Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe" Chorus OLD FOLKS AT HOME - E.P. Christy, 1851 Way down upon the Swannee ribber, far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay, All around de little farm I wandered, when I was young Den many happy days I squandered, many de songs I sung, When I was playing wid my brudder, happy was I, Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, dere let me live and die Chorus: All de world am sad and dreary, ebry where I roam, Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. One little hut among de bushes, one dat I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove, When will I see de bees a hummin' all round de comb, When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in my good old home. Chorus JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE MOTHER - Goerge F. Root, 1863 Just before the battle mother, I am thinking most of you; While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades brave around me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God; For well they know upon the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod Chorus Farewell mother you may never Press me to your heart again; But, oh, you'll not forget me mother, If I'm numbered with the slain Oh, I long to see you mother, and the loving ones at home; But I'll never leave our banner, 'till in honor I can come. Tell the enemy around you That their cruel words, we know, In every battle kill our soldiers by the help they give the foe. Chorus: Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now may God protect us mother, as he ever does the right. Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom", How it swells upon the air, Oh yes, we'll rally round the standard Or we'll perish nobly there. Chorus TENTING ON THE OLD CAMPGROUND - Walter Kittridge, 1864 We're tenting tonight on the old campground, Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear. Chorus: Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing for the war to cease, Many are the hearts, looking for the right, To see the dawn of peace. Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, Tenting on the old campground. We've been tenting tonight on the old campground, Thinking of days gone by; Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said "goodbye!" Chorus: We've been fighting today on the old campground, Many are lying near, Some are dead and some are dying, Many are in tears. Last Chorus: Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing for the war to cease, Many are the hearts, looking for the right, To see the dawn of peace. Dying tonight, dying tonight, Dying on the old campground. KINGDOM COMING: - Henry Clay Work, 1862 Say darkeys hab you seen de massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Gos long de road sometime dis mornin' Like he gwine to leab de place? He seen a smoke way up de ribber, Where de Linkum gumboats lay; He took his hat an' lef' berry sudden An' I spec he's run away. Chorus: De massa run? Ha! Ha! De darkeys stay. Ho! Ho! It mus' be now de kingdom comin' and de year ob Jubilo! He six foot one way, two foot tudder An' he way tree hundred pound, his coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor, An' it won't go half way round. He drill so much they call him cap'an An' he get so drefful tann'd, I spec he try and fool dem Yankees For to tink he's contraband! Chorus: De oberseer he make us trouble and he dribe us round a spell; We lock him up in de somkehouse cellar Wid de key trown down de well. De whip is lost de han'cuff broken, But de massa'll hab his pay. He's ole enough, big enough to outght to known better dan to went an' run away. Chorus GOOBER PEAS - A. Pender Sitting by the roadside on a summer day. Chatting with my messmates passing time away, Lying in the shadows underneath the threes, Goodness how delicious, eating Goober Peas! Chorus: Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas, Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas! When the horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule, To cry out at their loudest "Mister here's your mule" But another pleasure enchantinger than these, Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas. Chorus: Just before the battle the General hears a row, He ways "The yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now," He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees, The Georgia militia eating Goober peas! Chorus: I think my song has lasted almost long enough, The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty rough, I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and gobble goober peas! Chorus: BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC - Julia Ward Howe, 1862 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord, He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed his fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. Chorus: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps, They have builded him an alter in the evening dews and damps I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Chorus: I have read a firey gospel Writ in burnished rows of steel "As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace will deal; Let the hero born of woman Crush the serpent with his heel; Since God is marching on. Chorus: In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea With a glory in his bosom That transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy ley us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus: WEEPING, SAD AND LONELY - Lyrics: Charles C. Sawyer Music: Henry Tucker 1862 Dearest love do you remember, When we lst did meet, How you told me that you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? Oh! How proud you stood before me, In your suit of blue, When you vow'd to me and country, Ever to be true Chorus: Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and fears, how vain, when this cruel war is over, Praying! That we meet again. When the summer breeze is sighing, Mournfully along Or when autumn leaves are falling, Sadly breathes the song. Oft in dreams I see thee lying, Oh the battle plain, Lonely, wounded, even dying, Calling but in vain. Chorus: If amid the din of battle, Nobly you should fall, Far away from those who love you, None to hear your call. 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