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 HOPKINS' 
 
 
 
 
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 Hurrah for the South, hurrah, 
 Lincoln Going to Caanao, 
 
 *^Volnnteer Mess Soaer, 3 
 
 X'l'he Merry Little SoUicr, 5 
 
 ^^riie L%^i that Love<» a Sailor, 9 The frishmaa's Shauiy 
 
 V / W^'ll have a Little Dance, II My Little Ned and I, 
 
 ^^ Happy Land of Caanan, 2, 14* Dixie's Land, 
 
 ^s Jolin Hopkins, printer, 823 New Levee st 
 
 /l\ Near the Coraer of First Street, 4lh District. 
 
 ^J^ 1861. 
 
 • J2VI/ 
 
 (v. 
 
 
THE 
 
 WILLIAM R. PERKINS 
 
 LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 DUKE UNIVERSITY 
 
 Rare Books 
 
H <L ^^' K. I N S' 
 
 VOLUNTEER 
 
 Icro's to our Generals brave, ^^Lo wc know will 
 ♦ well behave, 
 
 V^iLli their officers and soldiers to sustain cm ha, hn, 
 'ocs, in mcclino* the Louisiana Guards, had bcttoi* 
 
 square their yards, 
 lud ^'jtoai: (ik^v oi* thi;? ouv hapyy l^i of CAanoii. 
 
Chorus — Huzza, bojs, huzza, we're off now to the 
 
 wars, 
 The rights of our country sustaining : 
 And all we ask is the chance to be put in the front 
 
 ranks, 
 When we meet cm in the hapyy land of Caanan. 
 
 When the enemy heaves in sight, we'll cry with 
 all our might, 
 On, on boys, let's give onr foes a training, 
 With one accord we'll shout, wipe the abolitionists 
 out, 
 For invading this our hapyy land of Caanan. 
 
 Chorus — Huzza, boys, huzza, we're off now to the 
 wars, etc, 
 
 Then here's to Southern Rights, in whose cause we 
 
 are engaged to fight, 
 Our conduct shall tell In the strife we're now en- 
 gaged in ; '^ 
 And our lives we'll deadly sell, the invaders to repel 
 From this our happy land of Caanan. 
 
 Chorus— Huzza, boys, huzza, we're off now to tho 
 wars J etCo 
 
 John Hopkins, Pjfiriter, New Leyee-^t. 4th D^ 
 
nURKAH FOR TOE SOUTH! 
 
 Hurrah. 
 
 PARAPHRASKD BYaT^WriJo^^ 
 
 Hurrah for tho South, 'tis joy to see, 
 
 Far in the mif^ht v da^Yn, 
 The genius of old Liberty 
 
 With all her armor on. 
 The glory of her sword lias cast 
 
 The tyrant's might away : 
 Sound loud your trumpets to the hlast — 
 Hurrah for tho Confederate Stales, Hurrah I 
 
 Hurrah for the South ! for she has woko 
 From out her dream at length, 
 
 The promises at Washington arc broke. 
 And now, godlike in her strength. 
 
 Erect she stands, while round her brow 
 Bright hopes of freedom play — 
 
 Exulting she is harnessed now — 
 Hurrah for the Confederate State?, hurrah ! 
 
Ilorrah for tlio South, hcf banner cry 
 
 Gallops upon the wind ; 
 The seven stars to the wind let fly, 
 
 With uncaged pride behind. 
 Confusion to the abolition Tory knaves, 
 
 Her mighty course would stay — 
 
 No ! her sons hke fanatics never rave, 
 
 Hurrah for the seven manly States, hurrah. 
 
 Hurrah for the South! God speed 
 The good cause in her hands ; 
 
 And may all freemen in their need 
 Possess such hearts and hands. 
 
 Hark how a nation's thunders roll. 
 And shout to arms, ye Braves ! 
 
 Hurrah for the Confederate Boys, hurrah. 
 
 Hurrah for the South, Old England cries, 
 Victor Emanuel and Italy smiles ; 
 
 New Mexico and Arizona in joy rephes, 
 With one long shout throughout the mines, 
 
 Down with the Lincoln Despots, resound. 
 
 Throughout the world awaking round, — 
 Hurrah for the Confederate States, hurrah! 
 
 I'm a merry little Soldier, 
 
 Fearing neither wound nor seal*, 
 When in battle, no one bolder 
 
 Valour i^ my iQading star. 
 
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 To aniis, to arms we'll fly, 
 
 When honor calls, no toe appals, 
 
 We'll conquer or we'll nobly die. 
 Then march away, march away, 
 Trumpets sound and symbols [)lay 
 Mircli awny ! march away I 
 I'o the merry fife and diiun. 
 
 Hark ! tlic mania! trumpets sounding, 
 
 N.tes that echo loud alarms ; 
 To support our troops in Pensacola, 
 
 Sons of the South, to arms. 
 
 To arms, etc. 
 
 Sons of the South ! Sons of Freedom ! 
 Draw your swords ; raise high your shield ; 
 Haste, for Confederate future s:ifoty, 
 3.1ake the Black Republicans yield. 
 
 To arms, etc. 
 
 Pretty maids with arms extended, 
 
 For protection loudly call ; 
 We from harm will try to shield 'cm. 
 Or for them in glory fall. 
 
 To arms, etc. 
 Lovely woman is a treasure ; 
 What is man without their aid ? 
 To protect thciii is a pleasure ; 
 I've a heart that's not afraid. 
 
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 At Ponsacola landing the sonlli has made a slanuino'^ 
 
 To resist an invasion they'x-e preparing^ — 
 Let Ivincohi and his might eome and give iis a little 
 
 fight, 
 And we'll send 'em to the Happy Land of Canaan, 
 
 Oil ! ha, ha, oh ha, ha, the Southern boys are a'- 
 
 coming ; 
 They'll never mind the weather, but get ovcrdou- 
 
 ble trouble, for they're not going to mind you 
 
 Massa Lincoln. 
 
 Old Lincoln is determined upon the revenue, 
 collecting ; 
 A nice time he'll have, we're athinking; 
 "With all his ships of war let him try it if he ' dar, 
 And we'll send him to the Happy Land of Canaan/ 
 Chorus ~0h, ha, ha, &c. 
 
 Fort Snmpter it has fell, now Lincoln may go to li- 
 Seward and his race all according — 
 
 Carolina she is there, throwing bombs in the air, 
 To light 'em to the Happy Land of Canaan. 
 Chorus^— Ohj ha, ha, &c. 
 
 Old Jeif he's the man that's tal^en a-uoblc stand, 
 
 To stand up to the South I'm a thinking ; 
 He'll never give up the landing, for the South is 
 nobly planning, 
 
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 To ?Gnd tlu ni to tlic happy lar.J of Canaan. 
 Cliorii?-^.-0!i, lia. h:i, etc. 
 
 Lincoln talked very load, fv^r lie thought Siunntc'' 
 Hard to take, 
 By the rebels he was decfivinof, 
 But the Soutlicrn Guard, led on by Gen.Bcaui'eg'd, 
 Put him in a devil of a thinking. 
 Chorus^— Oh, ha, ha, ha, etc. 
 
 Now, as the war's begun, let's have a little fan, 
 
 And w^c'il give them our ideas according, 
 For the boys arc not afraid, uncle Jefia' taken the 
 
 lead, 
 And hc'li send them to the happy land of Canaan, 
 Chorus — Oh, ha, ha, He. 
 
 Onward is the march, through the border states 
 
 we'll search, 
 To meet Cameron, Charge and Seward acoming, 
 Ben McCuUoch will be there, and he'll make them 
 
 look and stare. 
 For he'll send them to the happy land of Canaan . 
 
 Chorus— ,0h, ha, ha, etc. 
 
 Old Virginia and brave Maryland af J joining fiist 
 
 the Southern band. 
 To meet our foes they swiftly arc preparing ; 
 Old C4en. Brao-o- is steady and the bovs Ihey are all 
 
 ready 
 To land them in the happy land of Canaan. 
 
 Chorum — Oh, ha, ha, etc, 
 
..^ LASS THAT LOVES 
 
 The moon on the ocean was dimmed by a ripple, 
 
 Affording a chequered light — 
 The gay jolly tars passed the word for a tipple, 
 And the toast — lor 'twas Saturday night — 
 Some sweetheart or wife 
 He loved as liis life, 
 Kach drank, and he wished he could hail her; 
 But the standing toast, 
 That pleased the most, 
 Was the wind that blows, 
 The ship that goes, 
 And the lass that loves a sailor. 
 Some drank Southern Rights, and some her brave ships, 
 
 And some the new Constitution ; 
 Som 0, may the Abolitionists, and all such rips, 
 Yield to Southern determination. 
 That fate may bless. 
 Some Poll or Bess, 
 And that they soon might hall her. 
 
 Some drank the Privateers, and some our land, 
 
 And Southern rights for ever ; 
 Some that our tars may never want, 
 
 Heroeo brave to lead them ; 
 That fahe who'y in distress may find 
 
 Such Aiieadij that ne'er will fail her, 
 
 But the staBdbg toast, kcs 
 

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 \)\\ ye's ever go in'till fin Irishman's shinty? 
 Och ! b'ys, tl al's tlie place where the whiskey is plenty; 
 Wilh }iis pipe in his mouth, llirro sits Pad.ly so free, 
 No king- in his palace i^ prouder thin he I 
 
 Anah ! me honey ! w-h-n-c-k ! Paddy's '.he bxiy. 
 
 There's a three-legged stool, with a table to match, 
 And the door of the shanty is locked with a latch ; 
 There's a nate feather matrass all bustin' with straw, 
 For the wnnt of a bedstead, it lies on the floor. 
 Arrahl me honey ! &:c. 
 
 There's a sniig little bureau without paint or gilt, 
 Made of bords that was left when the shar.ty was builr. 
 There's a three-cornered mirror hangs up on the wall, 
 The divil a face has been in it at atl. " 
 Arrah ! me honey ! &c. 
 
 He has ]i:gs in the sty, an a cow in 'the stable, 
 
 And he feeds them on scraps that is left .from the (alia 
 
 They'd starve if confined, so they roam ai their aise, 
 
 A;,d come i.ilo ihe thanty whiflevei they pia^e. 
 Aiiaii I iuehoaey ! i^c, ' . 
 
He has three rooms in one — kitchen, bod-rom and hail. 
 And his chist it is ihree wooden pegs in ihe wall ; 
 Two suits ofould clothes makes bis wardrobe complele 
 One lo wear in the shanty, that same for tho ^^ireet, 
 Arrah ! me honey ! &c. 
 
 He ran relish good victuals as ever ye's ate. 
 But is always continted with praties and mate ; 
 He prefers them when cowl(J (if he can't get thersi hot, 
 And makes tay in a bowl when he can t get a pot. 
 Arrah ! me honey 1 &c. 
 
 There is one'who partakes of his sorrow and Joy?, 
 (Attends to the shanty, the girls and the hoys ; 
 The brats he thinks mora of than gold that's refined) 
 But Biddy's the jewel that's set in his mind. 
 Arrah ! me honey ! &.c. 
 
 The rich may divide there enjoyments alone, 
 With those who have riches as great a* there own j 
 But Pat hangs the latch-string outside of his door, 
 And will share bis last cent with the needy and poor. 
 Arrah ! me honey ! Sec. 
 
 WE'LL HAVE A LITTLE 
 
 DANCE, 
 
 TO-NIGHT, BOYS! 
 
 Oh, listen to this good old tune, 
 
 ArA then I'll sing another, 
 Oh, Masga's gone this afternoon, 
 
 To call upoa his brother. 
 
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 So (Jnrkics wait s little while, 
 
 Ti'l he gets out ob a^'glit, 
 We'll drop the sliovcl and (he hoe, 
 
 And have a llttlo dance to nlgtt. 
 
 CHORUS : 
 We'll have a lliile dance to-night, boy?, 
 And dance by the light of the moou. 
 
 I want (he cambric handkerchief, 
 
 I want the beaver hat, 
 Oh, band me down the hIgh-heeleJ boots. 
 
 Likewise the silk cravat. 
 The darkies all are grinning, 
 
 Their teeth look very white, ' 
 'Case they're going over the mountain, 
 
 To have a little dance to-night. 
 
 To have a little dance, &c. ' 
 
 I get up at the break of day, 
 
 To take my morning walk ; 
 I mcetg my lovely Julian, 
 
 And this is the way we talk ; 
 *'! say, you are my only love, 
 
 You are my heart's delight. 
 Won't you go over the river, 
 
 To have a little dance, ice. 
 
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 M¥ lilTTEill MiatI AMIi I. 
 My little playmate's dead and gone! 
 
 1 gave him many a tear ! 
 A merry Utile negro boy, 
 
 Just twelve years old this year, 
 Alas! that on my childhood heart 
 
 So great a grief should lie ! 
 WeTl no more play, by uight or day, 
 
 My little ned and I. 
 He was my shaddow where I went, 
 
 Subservient to my wil),_ 
 But with enduring gentleness 
 
 He made me gentler still, 
 We climed the trees, we bridged the brook, 
 
 We chased the butterfly ; 
 V/e'li no more play by night or day, ^ 
 
 My little Ned and 1. 
 I knew when he became so ill, 
 
 His little soul would go, 
 AUhough my mother nursed him well 
 
 And the Doot»r said, oh, no! 
 For I had dreamed I saw his face 
 
 Look smiling from the sky ; 
 We'll no moro play, by night or day, 
 
 Bly little Ned and 1. 
 1 heard him talking to himself 
 
 iibout the children fair, 
 With spangled dresses, all so fine, 
 
 Who played around him there ; 
 He whispered low and promised thern 
 
 To join them by and by ; 
 We'll no mora phy, by nigli< or ^hy, ] 
 
 My iittie Ned and I. 
 
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 That long, long night we watched hii death, 
 
 The (logs howled at the door, 
 The owls cried from the forest tree 
 
 A hundred times or more ; 
 My mother closed his glazing eyc3. 
 
 Whilst 1 stood sobbing by ; 
 We'll no more play, by ijight or day, 
 
 My little Ned and I ! 
 And when the great plantation boll 
 
 Resounded for the roll, 
 The roll-call of the heavens received 
 
 Another shining soul. 
 I am a school-boy now — and he — 
 
 An angel in the sky ; 
 We'll no more play by night or day, 
 
 My little Ned and I. 
 
 HAPPY LAND OF CAANAN No. 2. 
 
 Good evcnin?, white folks all, 
 
 I have made this little call, 
 
 To tell a thing just popp'd into my cranc'um, 
 
 It's all about the limes, 
 
 And I've done it up in rhymes. 
 
 To the tune of the Happy Land of Canaou. 
 
 Ob, oh, oh, Ila, ha, hn, ha ha. 
 
 Every honest hand I'd put a cane in, 
 
 To whip them all thai tried 
 
 The Democrats to divide, 
 
 And sei}d *em to the lloppy L?nd of Can-'an. 
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 Some folks tulk about the South. 
 But they'd better ^hul ihti: uiou.h, 
 
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 For \ho h]g(re.T^ on n Southern ]>Inn'ation, 
 
 Are better off b}' far 
 
 That) the Northetn poor follj?! nre. 
 
 For they've always got a steady sitnsr'an. 
 Chorus. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Some people now a (]av=, 
 
 Have very curiou.q ways, 
 
 -And say, Human flesh was never made to trade in. 
 
 With words of freedom on tlieir lips, 
 
 They'll tit out clipper-ships, 
 
 Andsend nige;crs to the Happy Land of Cannan. 
 
 (S^pokon.) That's Cuba; that's their Happy Land of 
 
 Ca^nan. U'hera they get a pood price fur the n'gi^ers. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Its a funny thing to rno. 
 
 That the nigger now should be, 
 
 The qiicstion every body wants cxplanin', 
 
 When there's not a single man, 
 
 For the niggers care a d m 
 
 But they'd send 'em to the Happy Land of Caanar^. 
 
 (i^pokon.) It ain't niggers, it's do dollars makes de 
 
 rroni)lo ; dem f )Iks what can't get de spoils, da dere 
 
 best to spoil de chances of dem dat does get 'em ; 
 
 flat's where do trouble is. 
 
 Choi us. 
 
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 We fearsome funny talcp, 
 About Abe Lincoln splitting rails, 
 That his reputation never had a stain on. 
 But the Dervjocrats he can't split, 
 For men will come together yet, 
 And send him to the Hanpy Land of Caanan. 
 • Cbcrus, 
 
Tficn let ui shout [lurray ! 
 
 For our conn'ry, ne.:ir ant! far, 
 
 Let ihe Democrats good feeling be regaining, 
 
 And ynn in sweet communion, 
 
 To preserve our Southern Union, 
 
 And send discord to ihe Happy Land of Caanan 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 DIXIE'S liAl^n. 
 
 I wish I was in dc land ob cotton, 
 Cimmon seed 'an sandy bottom — 
 
 In Dixie's Land whar I wns born in, 
 Early on one frosty morr.in. 
 
 Chor.-^Look away — look 'way — Dixie 
 Land. 
 
 Chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie, 
 lIooray-^Hooray ! 
 
 Li Dixie's Land/ve'll took our stand 
 To lib and die in Dixie. (Repeat 
 
 Away^^away down South in Dixie ? 
 Old Missus Marry Will de weaber, 
 Williini was a gay deceaber ; 
 Lcolt away, etc. 
 "When he put his arm around *er, 
 lie look a* fierce as a forty pounder, . 
 
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 Look away, cic. 
 Chorus— Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
 His face was sharp like bucher's cleaber, 
 But dat didn't seem to grieb her; 
 
 Look away. etc. 
 Will run away-Missustook a decline, oh 
 Her face was de color ob bacon-rine-oh! 
 
 Look away, etc. 
 Chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
 How could she act such a foolish part, 
 As marry a man dat break her heart ? 
 
 Look away, etc, 
 Chorus^-iDen I wish I was in Dixie, etc 
 
 Here's a health to de next old Missus, 
 And all de galls dat wants to kiss us ; 
 
 Look away, etc. 
 Now If you waut to dribe away sorrow) 
 Come and hear dis song to-morrow ! 
 
 Look away, etc- 
 
 Chorus — Dcu I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
 Sugar In de gourd and stonny baiter, 
 De whites grow fat on de niggers falter! 
 
 Look away, etc. 
 Den hoe It down and scratch your grab. 
 
 ble, 
 To Dixie's Land I'm bound to trabble, 
 
 Look away, etc. 
 Ci^on.u-;— Den I wi*h I wa8 in Dixie, etc 
 

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