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 A jMotlioj: to her Son of Seventeen 
 
 Air quiet along the Potomac to-night, ^. , . 
 
 i'oume Elfotse , 32 
 
 iiold Sojer Boy ^ ; Cover 
 
 'omic Song 94 
 
 i j pixie's I>and , , , / 1 
 
 ■; Darling Nolly Grny .- M 
 
 j Dixie AA'nr Song 21 
 
 Kver he Happy 3 
 
 i < Bowers /. 11 
 
 . I Lorena 27 
 
 II My }^I;u'y A mu v 20 
 
 II March to the Buttle Field. ..:.... f 
 
 |i Mary-. of Argylc ,...,.. , f 
 
 ' ^'^yliQX'r '•"' ^ Sailier Boy 10 
 
 i}i OAV lied, w'hite and Blue' 30 
 
 |l Peter Gray ." 19 
 
 ' ! ' Hoot ITog or Die.-. ". . 18 
 
 ■ Rock me tp Sieep, ^[other 1 i 
 
 i Ivoot Hog or Die (Southern version) ' , h' 
 
 • I Stonewall Jackson ^ 28'j 
 
 i Send th^m to the Happy Laud of Canaan Cover .• ! 
 
 jl Song , ^ , 15 
 
 1! Southrons, Hear your Country Call You 8 
 
 •'; The Faded Flowei's. .' . ^ 
 
 "'he Soldier's Tear T 
 
 i he Girl I Ici't behind me 13 
 
 lie Captyin .with his Whiskers 25 i 
 
 iMirrp Going to the Wars ' 2 
 
§mt ^ancl ^^ngstct. 
 
 Dixie's Land. 
 
 THE ORIGINAL WORDS. 
 
 I wish I was in the land ob cotton, 
 Old times dar am not forgotten ; 
 
 Look away— look away — look away* — Dixie Land 
 In Dixie Land whar I war born in, • 
 
 Early on one frosty mornin', 
 
 Look away — look away — look away — Dixie LansV 
 Den I wish I was in Dirie, 
 
 Hooray 1 Uoo^ay ! 
 In Dixie's Land I'll took my stand, 
 To lib an' die in Dixie. 
 
 Away, away, away down South in Dixi«*. 
 Away, away, away down South in Dijie. 
 
 Old missus marry " Will-de-weaber," 
 William was a gay deceaber ; 
 
 Look away, &c. # 
 
 But when he put his arms around 'er, 
 lie smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder, 
 
 Look away. &c 
 Den I wish I was in Dixie, &c. 
 
 His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, 
 But dat did not seem to greab 'er ; 
 
 Look away, &c. 
 Old missus acted the foolish part, 
 And died for a man that broke her heart, 
 
 Look away, &o. 
 Den I wish I was in Dixie, &c. 
 
 'T w 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER, 
 
 Now here's a health to next old Missus, 
 And all the gals dat want to kiss us, 
 
 Look away, &c. 
 But if you want to drive ^way sorrow, 
 Tome and hear dis song to-morrow, 
 
 tiook away, &c. 
 Den I wish I was in Dixie, &c. 
 
 Dars buckwheat cakes and Ingen batter, 
 Makes you fat, or a little fatter. 
 
 Look away, &c. 
 Don hoe it down and scratch your grabble, 
 To Dixie^s Land I'm bound to trabble, 
 
 Look a^ay, &c. 
 Den I wish I was in Dixie, &c. 
 
 You're Going to the Wars. 
 
 A Parody on Jeanneite and Jeannoi. 
 You are going to the wars, where the dirty fighting's 
 
 done, 
 Wid your knapsack to your back and your shoulder to | 
 
 your gun • I 
 
 Oh ! you'll dance no more at fairs, nor go out upon a ^ 
 
 spree, ^ 
 What's worse than that, my Mickey, you'll be forgetting 
 
 me ; 
 Wid your sojer coat of gray, when you're thramping 
 
 into town, 
 )u'll break the hearts of all the gals and turn them 
 
 upside down ; 
 And p'raps you'll marry some of them, and if you do, 
 
 you see, 
 By the powers, 1^1 not rest in bed, but its murtherino; 
 
 you I'll be. 
 
 By the powers, &c. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 4 
 
 When the drums do beat the «faarge, you'll be dropping 
 
 on your back, 
 Like they do in Tipperary, but your skull will show no 
 
 crack ; 
 And when the Gineral hears of it, promoted you will be, 
 A corporal or a body guard, what will become of me ? 
 If I were Queen of 'Meriky, or Confederacy's King, 
 I'd have no guns used in the wars, or any such mur- 
 
 thering things. [sea. 
 
 All the 'veutors of the pistols, I'd transport across the 
 And I'd kill the sojers dacently, phelalah's gramachree. 
 And I'd kill, &<:# 
 
 Ever be Happy. 
 
 Ever be happy wherever thou art, 
 
 Leaving a broken heart ; 
 
 Still be thy bosom unclouded with care. 
 
 Though I no more am there. 
 
 Yet, like a star, worshipp'd afar — 
 
 Purely loved still thou art. 
 
 Loved by a broken heart. 
 
 Ever be happy wherever thou art. 
 
 Loved by a ])roken heart. * 
 
 Well I remember the hours that we met 
 
 Oh ! that I could forget ! 
 
 Oh! that oblivion might haply o'er cast 
 
 Joys that too brightly passed. 
 
 Oh ! that my soul thought might control 
 
 And forget that thou wert 
 
 Loved by a trusting heart. 
 
 Ever be happy wherever thou art, 
 
 Loved by a trusting heart, 
 
 I can but bless thee wherever thou art 
 Bless thee with hopeless heart ! 
 
DIXIE LAND S0NGST1:E. 
 
 I can but pray that no grief shall be thine-,. 
 
 Grief such as now is mine. 
 
 Though in the dust lies all my trusty 
 
 Yet beloved stiM tho« art, 
 
 Loved by a changeless heart. 
 
 Eiver be happy wherever thou art,- 
 
 Loved by a changeless heart. 
 
 March to the Battle FieldL 
 
 Tune—*' Oft in ike Stilly Night J' 
 
 ^ ^• 
 
 March to the battle-field, 
 
 The foe is now before us ; 
 
 Each heart is freedom's shieM, 
 
 And heaven is smiling o'er us 5 
 
 The woes and painSy 
 
 The galling chains, 
 
 That kept our spirits under^ 
 
 In proud disdain,. 
 
 We've brok'n again. 
 
 And to each link asunder. 
 
 March to the, &c, 
 
 % ij. 
 
 Whoy for his country brave, 
 
 Would fly from her invader? 
 
 Who, his base life to save. 
 
 Would, traitor-like, degrade her? 
 
 Our hallow-ed cause. 
 
 Our home and laws, 
 
 ^Gainst tyrant power sustaining; 
 
 We''ll gain a crown 
 
 Of bright renown. 
 
 Or die — our rights maintaining, 
 
 March to the, &c. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. h 
 
 " Soot Hog or Die." 
 
 Southern Versiofu 
 
 Old Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss — 
 
 I think he'd better stop it, for he'll only make it worw; 
 
 We'll have our independence — I'll tell you the reason 
 
 why, 
 Jeff. Davis will m&ke them sing " Root hog or die.*' 
 
 When Lincoln went to reinforce Sumter for th(f fight, 
 lie told his men to pass throuo^h the harh^T in the night, 
 lie said to them be careful, I'll tell you tffe reason why. 
 The Southern boys are mighty bad on "Root hog or die." 
 
 Then Beauregard called a halt according to thp style — 
 The Lincolnites faced about, and looked i ' ' ild ; 
 
 They couldn't give the password, I'll tell y t^OB 
 
 why, 
 Beauregard's counteriwgn was "Root bog or die." 
 
 They anchored out a battery upon the waters ^ 
 
 It was the queerest looking thing that CV' r *-■•; 
 
 It was the fiiU of Sumter, I'll tcU y-m thr ' ..j , 
 
 It was the Southern alphabet of " Root L • 
 
 They telegraphed to Abraham they took her like a flirt ; 
 They underscored another line — " there was nobody 
 hurt." [son why, 
 
 We are bound to have the Capitol, I'll tell Y"U the rea- 
 We wart to teach Old Al>c to sing, *' Root nog or die." 
 
 When Abram read the dispatch the t«ar cnmo in hi? eye — 
 He walled his eyes at Bobby, and Bob V>egan to cry. 
 They prayed for Jeff, to spare them, I'll tell you the 
 
 reason why, 
 They didn't want to "mark time" to "Root hog or die " 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 The " Kentucky braves " at Trenton are eager for ih& 
 fight — [right ; 
 
 They want to help the Southern boys to set Old Abram 
 
 They had to leave their native State, I'll tell yow the 
 reason why, 
 
 Old Kentucky wouldn't sing, *' Root hog or die/' 
 
 The Faded Flower. 
 
 The flowers I saw in the wild-wood 
 
 Have since dropped their beautiful leaves ; 
 And the i*any dear friends of my childhood 
 
 Have slumbered for years in their graves. 
 But the blooming of the fiowers I remember, 
 
 Though their smiles I shall never more see ; 
 For the cold ehilly winds in December 
 
 Stole my flowers, my companions, from me. 
 
 The rose may bloom on the morrow, 
 
 And many dear friends I have won ; 
 But my heart can part with but sorrow. 
 
 When I thick of the ones that are gone. 
 'Tis no wonder that I am broken hearted. 
 
 And %tricken with sorrow should be ; 
 For we have met, we have loved, we have parted. 
 
 My flowers, my companions, and me. 
 
 How dark looks the world and how dreary, 
 
 When we part from the ones that we love ; • 
 But there is rest for the faint and the weary, 
 
 And friends meet with lost ones above. 
 But in heaven I can but remember, 
 
 When from earth my proud soul shall be free. 
 That no chilly winds of December 
 
 Shall steal my companions from me. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 The Soldier's Teax. ' 
 
 Upon the bill he turned, to take a last fond look, 
 
 Of the valley and the village church, and the cottage bv the 
 
 brook : 
 He listened to the sound, so familiar to his ear, 
 And the soldier leant upon his sword, and wiped away a ler.i 
 
 Beside that cottage porch, a girl was on her knees ; 
 She held aloft a snowy scarf, which flutter'd in the breozi 
 She breathed a prayer for him, a prayer he could not hear. 
 But he paused to bless her as she knelt, and wiped away . 
 tear. ^ ^ 
 
 He turn'd and left the spot ; oh I do not deeTifhira weak, 
 For dauntless was the soldier's heart, though tears were <.«n 
 
 his cheek ; 
 Go watch the foremost ranks, in danger's dark career, 
 Be sure the hand most daring there, has w^iped away o tc»^ 
 
 Mary of Argyle. 
 
 I have heard the wave singing 
 
 Its love song to the morn ; 
 I have saw the dow-drop clinging 
 
 To the rose just newly born ; 
 But a sweeter song has cheered me, • 
 
 At the evening's gentle close ; 
 Ajid I've seen an eye still brighter 
 Than the dew-drop on the rose. 
 'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary. 
 And thy artless, winning smile, 
 That made this world an Eden, 
 Bonny Mary of Ar<:ylc. 
 
 Thougli thy voice may lose its sweetness, 
 And thine eye its brightness too; 
 
 Though thy step may lack its fleetnes«, 
 And thy hair its sunny hue. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 Still to me wilt thou be dearer 
 
 Than all the world shall Own ; 
 I have loved thee for thy beauty, 
 But not for that alone. 
 
 I have watched thy heart, dear Mary, 
 And its goodness was the wile, 
 That has made thee mine forever, 
 Bonny Mary of Argyle. 
 
 [From the Mississippian.] 
 
 Southrons, liear your Country Call 
 You. 
 
 BY ALBERT PIKE, of Arkansas. 
 [To the tunes of Dixie.) 
 Southrons, hear your country call you ! 
 Up ! lest worse than death befall you ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Lo ! all the beacon fires aie lighted, 
 Lo ! all hearts be now united ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 '■'^ORUS. — Advance the flag of Dixie ! 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 Fpr Dixie's land we'll take our stand, 
 t And live or die for Dixie ! 
 To arms ! to arms ! 
 And conquer peace for Dixie ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! 
 And conquer peace for Dixie ! 
 Hear the Northern thunders mutter ! 
 Northern flags in South winds flutter ! • 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Send them back your fierce defiance ! 
 Stamp upon the accurs'd alliance ! 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTEE. 
 
 Fear no danger ! Bhun no labor ! 
 Lift up rifle, pike and sabrel 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Shoulder pressing close to shoulder, 
 Let the odds make each heart bolder ! 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. ', 
 
 How the South's great heart rejoic«« 
 At your cannon's ringing voices ! 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 For faith betrayed and pledges broken, 
 Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken ; p 
 
 To arms! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 
 Strong as lions, swift as eagles, 
 
 Back U) their kennels hunt the beagles I 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Cut the unequal bonds asunder! 
 Let them each other plunder ! 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 Swear upon your country's altar, 
 Never to submit or falter. 
 
 To arms ! etc.* * 
 
 'Till the spoilers are defeated, 
 'Till the Lord's work is completed I 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 
 Halt not 'till our Federation 
 
 Secures 'mong earth's powers its station I 
 
 To arms 1 etc. 
 Then at peace and crowned with glory, 
 Hear your children tell the story I 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 
10 £IXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 If the loved ones weep in sadness, 
 Victory soon shall bring them gladness ! 
 
 To arms ! etc. 
 Exultant pride soon banish sorrow. 
 Smiles chase tears away to-morrow ! 
 
 To arms t etc. 
 Advance the flag of Dixie, etc. 
 
 My Love is a Sailier Boy. 
 
 I. 
 
 My love is a Sailier Boy, so galorious and so bold, 
 He's tall af a flag staff, and only nineteen years old ; 
 For to cruise the wide world h'^ left his own dear, 
 And my heart is a busting because he's not here. 
 For liis spirits was tremendious, oh, fierce to behold, 
 For a young man, bred a butcher boy, only nineteen 
 years old. 
 
 II. 
 His parents bound him to a carpenter. 
 But a sea-faring life he did much prefer; 
 His mind was a boiling, but he did not keer. 
 For all that he wished was a clam boat to steer. 
 For his spirits, &c. 
 III. 
 Oh-, my bus-sum is tos-sed-ed, like the deep rolling sea, 
 For fear his-affeetions don't still point to me ; 
 For a sweetheart ean be in" every port, so Vm told, 
 More particularly for a young man only nineteen years 
 For his spirits, &c. [old. 
 
 IV. 
 
 If that ere young man my husband ne'er can be, 
 But lay a stiff corpuses in the bottom of the sea ; 
 The weeds of a widder, so dismal to behold, 
 I'd wear for my Sailier Boy, only nineteen years old. 
 For his spirits, &c. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 1! 
 
 Joe Bowers. 
 
 My name it is Joe Bowers, 
 
 I have got a brother Ik«, 
 I came from old Missouri, 
 
 Yes, all the y^aj from Pike. 
 I tell you why I left there, 
 
 And how I came to roam. 
 And leave my poor old mamma. 
 
 So far away from home. 
 
 I used to love a gal there, 
 
 Her name 'twas Sally Black. 
 I asked her if she would marry ni" 
 
 She said it was a whack. 
 Says she to me, Joe Bowers, 
 
 Before we hitch for life, 
 You had better buy a little house. 
 
 To keep your little wife. 
 
 Says I to her, my dearest Sally, 
 
 Oh ! Sally, for your sake, 
 I'll go to California, 
 
 And try to raise a stake. 
 Says she to me, Joe Bowers, 
 
 You are the man to win, • 
 
 So here's a kiss to seal the bar^ii 
 
 And she chucked a dozen in. 
 
 When I got to that country, 
 
 I hadn't nary red. 
 I had such wolfish feelings, 
 
 I wishfd myself most dead. 
 But then I thought of Sally, 
 
 And it made such ferlings get, 
 And Vrhispcrcd hopes to Bowers, 
 
 I wish I had 'em yet. 
 
12 DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 At length I went to mining, 
 
 Put in my biggest licks, 
 €ame down upon the shiners. 
 
 Just like a thousand bricks. 
 I worked both late and early, 
 
 In sun, in rain, and «now ; 
 S've worked for my Sally dear. 
 
 It was all the same by Joe. 
 
 At length I got a letter, 
 
 It was from brother Ike, 
 It came from Old Missouri-, 
 *Yes, all the way from Pike. 
 It brought the gol-darndest news 
 
 That ever you did hear. 
 My heart it is a bursting,' 
 So pray excuse these tears. 
 
 [Tears fall fast.) 
 
 It said that Sally was false to me. 
 
 And that her iove had fled ; 
 That Sally had married a Butcher, 
 
 And the Butcher's hair was red. 
 And more than that the letter said^ 
 f 'Tis enough to make one swear. 
 That Sally had got a baby. 
 
 And the baby had red hair. , 
 
 {Sensatio/i. 
 And now I have told you all, 
 
 About this v€ry sad affair, 
 ilow Sally was married to a butcher, 
 
 And the butcher had red hair. 
 But whether the baby was a girl or boy. 
 
 The letter it never said ; 
 It only said that the baby's hair 
 
 Was rather inclined to be red. 
 
 i Great sensation.) 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 13 
 
 The Girl I Left Behind Me. 
 
 The hour was sad I left the maid, 
 
 A ling'ring fare^rell taking, 
 Her sighs and tears my steps delayed, 
 
 I thought her heart was breaking ; 
 In hurried words her name I blessed, 
 
 I breath'd the tows that bind me, 
 And to my heart in anguish press'd 
 
 The girl I left behind me. 
 
 Th«^n to the east wc bore away, 
 
 To win a name in story, 
 And there, where dawns the sun of day. 
 
 There dawn'd our sun of glory: 
 Both Vjlaz.ed in n<X)n on Alma's height, 
 
 Where in the post assigned me, 
 I shared the glory of that fight, 
 
 Sweet girl I left behind me. 
 
 Full many a name our banners bore, 
 
 Of former deeds of daring. 
 But they were of the days of yorO; 
 
 In which we had no f/i;»Tii)g. 
 But now, our laurels freshly w n, 
 
 M'ith the (dd ones shall entwined Ix, ' 
 Still worthy (»f our sires each son, 
 
 Sweet girl I left behind me. 
 
 The hope of final victory, 
 
 "Within my bosom burning. 
 Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee. 
 
 And of my fond returning ; 
 But should I ne'er return again, 
 
 Still worth thy love thou'lt find me, 
 Dishonor's breath shall never stain 
 
 The name I'll leave behind mc. 
 
14 DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 Rock Me to Sleep, Mother. 
 
 Backward, turn backward, oh Time, in your flight. 
 Make me a child again, just for to-night! 
 Mother, come back from the echoless shore. 
 Take me again to your heart as yore — 
 Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, 
 Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair — 
 Over my slumbers your loving watch keep- 
 Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep ! 
 
 Backward, flow backward, oh tide of yore ] 
 I am so weary of toils and tears — 
 Toil without recompense — tears all in vain — 
 Take tliem and give me my childhood again .' 
 I have grown weary of dust and decay, 
 Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away — 
 Weary of sowing for others to reap — 
 IXock mc to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep ! 
 
 Fired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, 
 Mother, cCi mother, my heart calls for you ! 
 Many a summer the grass has grown green, 
 Hlossomed«,nd faded — our faces between — 
 Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain. 
 Long I to-night for your presence again ; 
 Come from the silence so long and so deep — 
 Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep ! 
 
 Over my heart, in days that are flown, 
 No love like mother-love ever was shown — 
 No other worship abides and endures, 
 Faithful, unselfish and patient, like yours. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. lo 
 
 Kone like a mother can charm away pain 
 From the gick soul and the world-'weary brain ; 
 Slumbers soft and calm o'er my heavy lids creep- 
 Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep I 
 
 Come, 4et your brown hair, just lighted with gold. 
 Fall on your shoulders again as of old — 
 Let it fall over your forehead to-night, 
 Shading ray faint eyes away from the light — 
 For with its sunny-edged shadows once more 
 Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore. 
 Lovingly, softly, its bright billows weep — 
 Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep I 
 
 Mother, dear mother, the years have been long. 
 Since I last hushed to your lullaby song — 
 Since then, and unto my soul it shall soem 
 Womanhood's years have been but a dream : 
 Clasped to your arm» in a loving embrace, 
 AVith your light lashes just sweeping my face, 
 Never hereafter to wake or to weep — 
 Rook me to sleep. Mother, rock me to sleep I 
 
 Song. 
 
 "Vrltten for the "Gilmer Blues"' of Lexington, 6%^ by E. Yvcvc 
 
 Air — ''Dixie's Latid.'* 
 I. 
 Oomradcs, come and join the chorus, 
 Sing for the land whose flag waves o'er us, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Dixie's Land 
 Bright as the sun that waves upon her 
 Is th' escutcheon of her honor. 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Dixie's Land. 
 
IB DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 God bless the land of Dixie ! 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 By Dixie's Land we'll take our stand 
 To live and die for Dixie 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 We'll live and die for Dixie. 
 
 Land of hero's ! Land of sages ! 
 Brightest land on history's pages ! 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah Dixie's Land. 
 Land of freedom, Land of beauty ! 
 To love her is our highest duty. 
 
 Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Dixie's Land, 
 
 God bless the Land of Dixie ! 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 By Dixie's Land vs^e'll take our stand. 
 To live and die for Dixie I 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 We'll live and die for Dixie. 
 
 Witkifire, and sword, and gleaming armor, 
 The Northern hordes come down to harm her, 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Dixies Land. 
 But foot to foot we rush to meet them, 
 And to bloody graves we'll greet them, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Dixie's Land, 
 Our swordg are out for Dixie, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 No hostile foot shall long pollute 
 The'feacred soil of Dixie, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 We'll drive the dogs from Dixie, 
 
OTXrE LAN« SONGSTER. 17 
 
 t>on) every hill and erery valley, 
 To her flag her children rally, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrali ! hurrah i Dixie's Lan<i. 
 Arm'd in the cause of right and freedom, 
 The God of hosts hiuif^elf will lead them, 
 
 Hurrah 1 h<urr*h"; harrah ! Pixie's Land 
 Who will not figtt for Dixie ? 
 
 Away ! away! ' 
 Ilis traitor heart sliall have no pa^t 
 In the sacred soil of Dixie, 
 
 Away -! away ! 
 He shall not sfeep in Dixie, 
 
 Darling Nelly Gray, • 
 
 There's a low green valley on the old Kentucky sh( n-. 
 
 There I've whiled many happy hours away, •• • 
 A sitting and a singing by the little ,TottagP( do^'C 
 
 Whoi'o lived my darling Nelly Or»iy. 
 Cmobcs : 
 *Hi 1 my poor Nolly <^!ray, they have taken you aw at 
 
 And I'll never see my darling any more. 
 Tm silting by the river and I'm weeping all tne dny. 
 
 For you're gone from the oM Kentucky shore- 
 When the moon had climbed tl»€ mountam and ihentai; 
 were shining too. 
 
 Then I'd take my <larJing Nelly Gray, 
 vTid we'd float dov.n the river in my littlo r«^<i r.mj>« 
 
 While my banjo sweetly I would play 
 Oh I my poor Nelly Gray, &c. 
 
 My canoe is under water, and my banjoes unstrung. 
 
 And I'm tired of living any more, ^ 
 
 B 
 
is DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 My eyes shall look downward, and my song shall bo mi- 
 sung, 
 While I stay on the old Kentucky shore. 
 Oh !. my poor Nelly Gray, &c. 
 
 My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way ; 
 
 Hark ! There's somebody knoking at the door — 
 Oh ! I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray. 
 Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. 
 CnoRUS TO Last Yebse : 
 Oh I my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there they 
 say. 
 That they'll never take you from me any more, 
 I'ni coming, coming, coming, as the angels clear tho 
 ^y way, 
 
 Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. 
 
 V *, 
 
 Root Hog or Die. 
 
 Vm right from old Virginy, wid my pocket full oh news, 
 
 I'm worth twenty shillings right so.uare in my shoes; 
 
 It doesent make a dif of bitte;i-ance to neider you nor I, 
 
 Big pigV)r little pig, Root hog or die. 
 
 I'm chief cook and bottle washer, cap'n ob de waitertJ, 
 I stand upon my head when I peel de apple dumplins. 
 
 I'se de happiest darkee on de top ob-de earth, 
 I' get fat as possum in de time ob de dearth ; 
 Like a pig in a tater patch dar let me lie, 
 Way down in old Virginia whar its Root hog or die. 
 
 9^Z)c Richmond dandies dey look so very grand, 
 
 Old clotbes B'sfcd me down gloves upon de hand, 
 . ^High heel boots, moustaches round de eye, 
 ^ A perfect sick family ob Root hog or die. 
 
 I 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 19 
 
 He Richmond gals dey do beat dem all, 
 
 Dej wear high heel shoes for to make demself 8 tall : 
 
 If dey don't hab dem de Lor how d£j'l cry, 
 
 I>e boys hab got to get dem or else Root hog or die. 
 
 l>e shanghie coats dey're getting all de go, 
 
 Whar de boys get dem I really don't know ; 
 
 But dey're bound to get dem if dey don't hang too high. 
 
 ()t else dey make de tailors run, Root hog or die. 
 
 Peter Gray. 
 
 I'll tell you of a nice young man, 
 
 Whose name was Peter Gray, 
 And the town that he was born iih m ^ 
 
 Was Pennsylvania. |B{4I 
 
 Chorus. — Blow ye winds of morning, 
 Blow ye winds I oh, 
 Oh, blow ye winds of morning,* 
 Oh, blow ye winds 1 oh. 
 
 This Peter Gray did fall in 
 
 ^. 
 
 All with a nice yo\l^ gurl, 
 The first two letters of ner name 
 Was Loo-egge-ian-na Quirl. 
 Chorus. — Blow ve winds^fcc. 
 
 id^|c. 
 
 sa^f. 
 
 Just as they were ^Kfl ^ wed, 
 Hep father did say^o, ^ 
 • And quin-ci-contly she was sent 
 Beyond the 0-hi-o. .» 
 Chorus. — Blow ye winds, &c. 
 
 When Peter heard his love was lost, 
 He knew not what to say, 
 
m DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 Ile'd half a mind to jump into 
 The Sus-que-han-i-a. 
 Chorus. — Blow ye winds, &c. 
 
 But he went traveling to the west 
 
 For furs and other things, 
 And there was caught and kUled and dresi 
 
 All by the In-gi-ins. 
 Chorus. — Blow ye winds, &c. 
 
 When Loo-egge ianna heard the new?. 
 
 She straitway went to bed, 
 And never did get up again 
 Until she di-i-ed. 
 Ohorus. — Blow ye winds, &c. 
 
 Ye€athers all a warning take. 
 Each one as has a gurl, 
 ^" And think upon poor Peter Gray 
 
 And Loo-egge-ianna Quirl. 
 Ok»rus. — Blow ye winds, &c. 
 
 * My Mary Ann, 
 
 Fare you well, my Mary Ann, 
 
 Fare you weUisfor a while. 
 For the ship it^^lfeady and the wind it is fkir, 
 
 And I am bpmidlor the sea, my Mary Ann. 
 o And I am bound for the sea, Mary Ann. 
 
 Don't you see that turtle dove, 
 A sitting on yonder pile ? 
 
 Lamenting the loss of its own true lov«. 
 And so am I lor mine, Mary Ann, 
 And so am I for mine, Mary Ann. 
 
 t4, 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. il 
 
 A lobster in a lobster pot, 
 
 A blue fish riggling ou a hook, 
 
 May suffer some, but oh no, not 
 What I do feel for my M iry Ann, 
 What I do feel for my Mary Ann. 
 
 The pride of all the produce rare, 
 That in our kitchen gai^en grow'd, 
 
 AV'as pumpkins, but noi;e could compare. 
 In angel form to my Mary Ann, 
 In angol form to my Mary Ann. 
 
 Dixie War Song. 
 
 Words by II. S. Stanfon, E.-^q. 
 Hear ye not the sounds of battle. 
 Sabres clash and muekete rattle? 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie t 
 Hostile footsteps on our border, 
 , Hostile columns tread in order, 
 
 To arms I to arms ! to arms in Dixie I 
 
 Oh, fly to arms in Dixie I 
 
 To arma 1 to arms ! 
 From Dixie's land we'll route the band. ^ 
 That comes to conquer Dixie, 
 
 To arms ! 
 T«» jirnis I and route the foe from Dixie. 
 t>ee the red smoke hangiifc o'er us ! 
 Hear the cannon's booiailJ^ chorus I 
 
 To arms I to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 See our steady columns forming, 
 Hear the shouting ! he.ir the st<3rming ! 
 To arras ! to arms ! if) arms in Dixie ! 
 Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! Ac. 
 
 Gird your loins with sword and sabre, 
 Give your lives to freedom's labor ! 
 
 To arms I to arms ! to arms in Dixie I 
 
22 DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 What though every hearth be saddened ? 
 What though all the land be reddened ? 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 
 
 Shall this boasting, mad invader 
 Trample Dixie and degrade her ? 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie. 
 By our fathers' proud example ! 
 Southern soil they shall not trample ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Oh ! fly to arms in Dixie, &c. 
 
 Southrons meet them on the border ! 
 Charge them into wild disorder ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Hew the Vandals down before you ! 
 Till the last inch they restore you ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 
 Through the echoing hills resounding. 
 Hear the. Southern bugles sounding, 
 
 To arms ! *to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Arouse from every hill and valley, 
 List the bugle ! rally ! rally ! 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
 Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 
 
 [From the Charleston Courier.] I 
 
 A Mother to Her Son of Seventeen. 
 
 Go, darling to the conflict ; 
 
 Thy mother bids thee go ; 
 To meet the hi-reling Hessian — 
 
 The base usurping foe — 
 Unworthy foe, I grant thee. 
 
 But go ! my brave boy, go ! 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 23 
 
 Hark! Butler's beastlv "order" — 
 
 Fit stay for such a cause — 
 And " Ilutiter's proclamation," 
 
 Subverting sacred laws. 
 Then nerve thee to the conflict. 
 
 This is no time for pause. 
 
 True to Virginia's daughter^, 
 
 List t< their cry of wrong I 
 And " Maryland, ray Maryland," 
 
 Appealing now in song : 
 Like Israel's weary captives, 
 
 Witli harp and heart unstrung. 
 
 Turn to thine own loved hearthston**, 
 
 The gentle sister there ; 
 The mother who hath borne thee, 
 
 Reared thee with tender care, 
 Thy brother, young and helpless, 
 
 Thy sire, with silvery hair. 
 
 Look o'er this land of beauty 
 
 Thy God in love hath given, 
 A precious boon hef|ueathed thee, 
 
 Bequeailted in trust of Heaven-^ 
 Its sacred soil invaded, 
 
 Its peace by i^^men riven. 
 
 It is no C"Hnmon cause, my boy, 
 
 Which sterol v bids thee go ; 
 Thy country, crush(»l and trampled 
 
 IJy sordid, vandal foe ; 
 Iler daughters bowed and weeping, 
 
 Her noblest sons laid low. 
 
 Then gird thee for the conflict, 
 Haste to the bloody field ; 
 
^+ DIXIE LAND SONGS'OIIS 
 
 Go forth to conquer or to die, 
 But never, never yield. 
 
 A father's blessing on thee, boy,. 
 A mother's prayer thy shield. 
 
 Comic Song. 
 
 OOMPOSKD BY MB. E. KING, EICEMOND, VA 
 
 Tune — Charlkif over the 'Abater. 
 
 Oh have you not heard o-f the "^a„ly f»ld ape " 
 
 Who Lords it in Washingtoa city ? 
 
 Whose aim and desire is to burn ap with lire- 
 
 Our farms and our homes withoat pity : 
 
 A cunning old " fop," calFd " Genercd BcoUr 
 
 The job undertook — fo-r 'twas rish fun — 
 
 T:> gather the mobs, of cut-throats and snobs \ 
 
 And march them in iriumph to Richmond T' 
 
 Then bang a\vay — fire away — go it my lads, 
 Our motto is ^ Booty and Beauty," 
 We'll kill and we'^11 slay, all who come in our way, 
 Was their Battle cry, "'Onward to Richmond I" 
 
 Now a cute Irttie chap, ''Jeff Dains'' hy name, 
 
 Who lived in a place they call ''Dixie ;" 
 
 Had a whole heap of sont;, aM armed witli pop yufu,. 
 
 They were nimble as cats, and as frisky ! 
 
 With determined indent, to "Manassas'^ they went^ 
 
 All hid in the bus-hes by '^ Bull Run," 
 
 To wait for these shavers-, and " Billy's Zouavers,^' 
 
 As they marched on their way down to Richmond. 
 
 Then bang away — fire away — go it my lads,. 
 Our mo^to is " Booty and Beauty," 
 We'll kill and we'll slay, all who come in our way. 
 Was their Battle cry, "Onward to Uicnmond V' 
 
DIXIE LAND SONOSTER. 25 
 
 Tliirt villainous crew quick clanioroue grew - 
 
 For the spoils of war — and its flatteries — 
 
 When oh ! what a spree, in the midst of their glee» 
 
 Banff! goes- " tJifse infernal ittasked batteries '" 
 
 "Jeiff'a sons gave a shout, and a terrilde rout. 
 
 From left, right and centre crept into them ; 
 
 firave "Jo/ni.'itoii'' fought hard^ and true ''Beovregaril' 
 
 Scared tkc whole rabble back into W'ashingtan 1 
 
 TlTen hurrah for our Flag with its Bars and its Slar.i. 
 All blended together in beauty ; 
 It shall float o'er the free, on land and (ui sea» 
 Fair emblem of "Hope" and our duty. 
 
 " ENCORE." 
 
 i^eeing how they were ^'itcared," old Sfott now dcclan-<l 
 
 To old Abe^ " tliai he never had ordered, it ;" 
 
 And ho swore with a growl that " Gen. McDowefV 
 
 Was wholly to blame f >r perfornjing it ! 
 
 '• Horse, cannon and ball — tents, baggage and all," 
 
 '' Aro eapturcd — my very kind master," 
 
 " So let me retire, far away from your ire." 
 
 " For I ne'er can o'er come this disaster '." 
 
 • This terrible rout has given me the '' 6V</^/,'' 
 " And my days, they are very nigh spent sir." 
 So *^Abe" let the old rascal bamV)t>ozlo him 0,1 r 
 '>/" his pay I an<l to France off he \^cnt, sir. 
 
 The Captain With His Whiskers. 
 
 BY W. J. FLORE.NCK. 
 I. 
 
 As tlicj niarclied thro' the town witli their bann.M- 
 
 I ran to the window to hear the band play ; 
 
 I peeped thro' the blinds very cautiously then, 
 
 Lest t!ie neighbors should .say 1 was looking at the hku. 
 
26 . DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 Oh ! I heard the drums beat, and the music so sweet, 
 But my eyes at the time caught a much greater treat ; 
 The troops were tlie finest I ever did see, 
 And the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me. 
 
 When we met at the Ball, I of course thought 'twas right, 
 
 To pretend that we never had met before that night, 
 
 But he knew me at once, I perceived by his glance, 
 
 And I hung down my head when he asked me to dance. 
 
 Oh ! he sat by my side at the end of the set. 
 
 And the sweet words he spoke I shall never forget ; 
 
 For my lieart was enlisted and could not get free, 
 
 As the Captain with his whiskers took a si}'- glance at me. 
 
 III. 
 
 But he mareh'd from the town, and I saw him no more, 
 
 Yet I think of him oft', and the whiskers he wore; 
 
 I dream all the night, and I talk all the day. 
 
 Of the love of a Captain who went far away. 
 
 I remember with super-abundant delight, 
 
 'When we met in the street, and we danced all the night; 
 
 And keep in my mind how my heart jumped with glee, 
 
 As the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me. 
 
 But there's hope — for a friend just ten minutes ago 
 Said the (Captain's returned from the war, and I know 
 He'll be. searching for me with considerable zest, 
 And when I am found — but — oh- — you know all the rest. 
 Perhaps he is here, let me look 'round the house. 
 Keep still every one of you, still as a mouse ; 
 For if the dear creature is here, he will be 
 With his whiskers a taking a sly glance at me. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 
 
 Lorena. 
 
 I. 
 
 The joaTH creep slowly by, Lorena, 
 
 The snow is on the grass again ; 
 The suns low down the sky, Lorena. 
 
 The frost or]earhs where the flowers have l6>een 
 But the heart throbs on as warmly now, 
 
 As when the summer days were nigh ; 
 Oh I the sun can never dip so low, 
 
 Adown affection's cloudless sky. 
 
 II. 
 A hundred montlis have passed, Lorena, 
 
 Since last I held that hand in mi; c ; 
 And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena, 
 
 Though mine l>fat faster far than thine ; 
 A hundred months, 'twas flowery May. 
 
 When up the hilly slope we climbed ; 
 To Watch the dying of the day, 
 
 And hear the distant church bells chime. 
 
 III. 
 We loved each other then, Lorena, 
 
 More than we ever dared to tell ; 
 And what we might have l)eon, Lorena. 
 
 Had but our hnings prospered well — 
 But then, 'tis past, the years are gone, 
 
 I'll not call up their shadowy fornjs : 
 I'll say to them, '* lost years sleep on ! 
 
 Sleep on I nor heed life's pelting storms.'' 
 
 IV. 
 
 The story of that past, Lorena, 
 
 Alas ! I care not to repeat : 
 The hopes that could not last, Lorena, 
 
 They lived, but only lived to cheat. 
 
'i)* DIXIE LAND SONGSTKR. 
 
 I would not cause e'en one regret 
 To rankle in your bosom now ; 
 
 For " if we try, we may forget," 
 
 Wore words of thine long years ago. 
 
 V. 
 
 \'es. these were words of thine, Loreua, 
 
 They burn within my memory yet ; 
 They touched some tender chords, Lorenu, 
 
 AVhich thrill and tremble with regret. 
 'Twas not thy wo nan's heart that spoke ; 
 
 Thy heart was always true to me : 
 A duty, stern and pressing, broke 
 
 The tie which linked my soul with tliee, 
 
 VI. 
 
 U matters little now, Lorena, 
 
 The past is in th' eternal Past, 
 Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena, 
 
 Life's tide is ebbing out so fast. 
 There is a Future ! 0, thank God! 
 
 Of life, this is so small a part ! 
 'Ti.s dust to dus*- beneath the sod ; 
 
 ]>«t there, up there, 'tis heart to heart. 
 
 1 
 
 [From the Montreal Advertiser.] 
 
 Stonewall Jackson. 
 
 Xut in the dim cathedra], 
 
 Filled with the organ's tones, 
 But on the sward, beneath the trees, 
 
 Through which the sad wind moans ^ 
 Where spurs and sabre clank, 
 
 And chargers paw the ground, 
 And the bronzed and bearded troopers kneol, 
 
 Silent and stern around. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. »^ 
 
 llience, to the Heaven ascending, 
 
 Breathes forth as earnest prayer 
 As ever, from the towering roof, 
 
 The angels upward bear; 
 When the bloody toil of battle 
 
 Is o'er, and the fight is won, 
 And the dying gaze from their last red field, 
 
 Upon the smoke-dimmed sun. 
 
 And he, the war-worn chieftain. 
 
 Willi bowed and humbled head, 
 Pours forth a pmyer for his native land. 
 
 For the living and the dead; 
 In siglit of the desolated homes, 
 
 Laid waste with fire and sword, 
 Of the wounded and slain, he bids them turn. 
 
 To the eternal Lord. 
 
 He pr^iys for the wives and mothers, 
 
 (Worthy of ancient Rome,) 
 Who watch, in the gathering night, for tb<j^o 
 
 Who will never more come home ! 
 Old grey-haired men, bloe children weep. 
 
 And boys press nearer still; 
 The wounded open their fading eyes, 
 
 And forget the warning chill. 
 
 He prays for their bleeding country, 
 
 The wronged and outraged South, 
 .\nd the grim stern hx)k of vengeanco 
 
 Gatliers around each mouth ; 
 He thanks the God of battles, 
 
 For his blessing in time of need. 
 And he asks for the help of that strong right nrH. 
 
 Until the land is freed. 
 
 Next day, where the fight is thickest, 
 
 And the bayonets clash and meet, 
 Where the shell and round shot hiss and scream. 
 
 And the bullets come thick as sleet 
 
oO . DIXIE LAND SONGbTER. .'■'^ft 
 
 Jackson will lead the foremost charge, 
 
 Till the routed foemen feel, 
 In flank and rear the avenging stroke 
 
 Of the trenchant Southern steel. 
 
 The moonlight gleams on the cannon, 
 
 And the scouts go galloping bj; 
 The watch fires glare through the gloomy trees, 
 
 And redden the quiet sky ; 
 The spirit of prayer has strengthened all 
 
 Who live on that gory field, 
 "Where patriots vow, on their unbought swords, 
 
 To die — but ne'er to yield. 
 
 New Red, White and Blue.— Soutii?:rx. 
 
 " Missouri is the pride of the nation, 
 
 The hope of the brave and the free ; 
 The Confederacy will furnish the rations, 
 
 But the fighting is trusted to thee. 
 For brave boys your soil has been noted. 
 
 And your flag has been trusted to you; 
 For Freedom you have not voted. 
 
 But you fight for the Red, White and Blue. 
 
 CnORus— 
 
 Throe cheers for the Red, White and Blue, 
 
 Three cheers and the rights of the South forpver. 
 Three cheers, &c. 
 
 " The Stars still shine bright in the Heaven, 
 
 But the stripes should be trailed in the dust ; 
 For they are no longer the haven 
 
 Of the brave, of the free, of the just, 
 The Bars now in triumph shall wave, 
 
 O'er the land of the faithful and true; 
 O'er the home of the Southern brave. 
 
 Shall float the New Red, White and Blue. 
 CiTOiius — Three cheers, &c. 
 
DIXIE LAND SONGSTER. 61 
 
 All Quiet Along the Potomac To- 
 Night. 
 
 i " ' .- [>oetical gem we copy from a Western paper. The 
 
 oriV' '1 in the pocket of a "volunteer -who died in camp on 
 
 the . "• 
 
 alopc; Ao Potomac," they say, 
 ^ _ 1 now And then a stray picket 
 
 Is ?init, as he walk.s on his heat to and fro, 
 
 l>y a rifleman liid in the thicket." 
 Tis nothing — a private or two. now and then, 
 
 Will not count in the news of the hattle ; 
 \' ^ III ftfficer lost — only one of the men — 
 
 M ;iriin;j; out, alLalobe, the death rattle. 
 Ml quiet alotif^ thlT*otomac to-night. ., 
 
 Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming : 
 Their tent.* in the rays of the clear autumn nifM»n, 
 
 Or the light of the watch fires are gleaming. 
 \ tremulous sigh as th<» gentle night wind . 
 
 Through the forest leaves slowly is creepimr: 
 While the stars up ahovc, with their glittering eyo.-. 
 
 Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. 
 There's only the sound of the lone ppntrv's frf*.! 
 
 As he tramps from the n»ck to tl, 
 \nd thinks of the two on the low tn 
 
 Far away in the cot on the mountain ; 
 I lis musket falls slack — his face dark and griir 
 
 Grows gentle with memories tender, 
 As he mutters a prayer for the children a>»leo[ 
 
 For their mother, may Heaven defend her. 
 The moon g^ems to shine as brightly as then, 
 
 That night when the love vet unspoken 
 Leaped up to his lips, and -when low murmuri' 
 
 Were pledged, to be ever unbroken : 
 hen drawing his sleeve roughly over hi- 
 
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