E 462 .2 . P3932 Copy 1 ^|i Military Drier of lie Loyal Legion of tie DniteJ States. SONG-BOOK Commandery of the State of Pennsylvania. PHILADELPHIA: ! i886. 2iP^ J gssh . ptary Order of Die Loyal Legion of lie Unllel Stales. senc-BeeR Commandery of the State of Pennsylvania. PHILADELPHIA : 1886. Gift !^)biI^ • 3 : :09 BEALE, Printer, 719 Sansom St., Phila. IX .^ THERE IS A GLORIOUS BANNER. By Companion Major Edmond Butler, U. S. Army. There is a glorious banner — I 've seen it float in pride Above the broad Missouri And o'er old Hudson's tide ; I 've seen it gaily waving In Venice by the sea ; In England's pleasant waters, On Clyde and on the Lee. In England's pleasant waters, etc. Where'er that flag is floating — From Plata to the Nore — From Norway's frozen limits To Fuego's distant shore — The eye of Toil is lifted In Love and Hope, to see The Banner of our P'athers — The Standard of the Free. The Banner of our Fathers, etc. Oh, may that banner ever In growing glory wave, A sign of Hope to Nations — Of Freedom to the Slave ! And, when our eyes are closing, May our last vision be That Banner of our Fathers Still floating o'er the free. That Banner of our Fathers, etc. I'VE GOT A LITTLE LIST. As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, I 've got a httle list, — I 've got a little list Of social offenders who might well be underground, And who never would be missed — who never would be missed ! There 's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs, All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs, All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat, All persons who in shaking hands shake hands with you like Ihal, And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-ietes insist — They 'd none of 'em be missed — they 'd none of 'em be missed ! Chorus. — He's got 'em on the list — he 's got 'em on the list; And they'll none of 'em be missed — they'll none of 'em be missed! There 's the nigger serenader, and the others of his race. And the piano-organist — I 've gov him on the list; And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face, — They never would be missed — they never would be missed ! Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own ; And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy. And who doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try; And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist, — I don't think she 'd be missed — I 'm sure she'd not be missed! Chorus. — He 's got her on the list — he 's got her on the list ; And I do n't think she '11 be missed — I 'm sttrr she '11 not be missed ! And that nisi prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife, The judicial humorist — I 've got him on the list ! All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life^ — They'd none of 'em be missed — they'd none of 'cm be missed ! And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind, Such as, What-d' ye-call-him, Thing-'em-bob, and likewise Never-mind, And 'vSt-'st-'st, and \Vhat-'s-his-name, and also You-know-who, — The task of filling up the blanks I 'd rather leave to you. But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list, For they 'd none of 'em be missed — they 'd none of 'em be missed ! Chorus. — You may put 'em on the list — you may put 'em on the list ; And they '11 none of 'em be missed — they '11 none of 'em be missed ! BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. By Mrs. Ji;lia Ward Howe. 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 the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps — They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; I can read His righteous sentence by their dim and flaring lamps ; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in rows of burnished steel — ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal ; Let the Hero, bom of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that .shall never call retreat — He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat — Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him 1 be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. 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, let us die to make men free, ^Yhilc God is marching on. UNCLE NED. I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned, Oh, he died long ago — long ago ; He had no hair on the top of his head, — De place where de wool ought to grow. Chorus. — Lay down de shovel and de hoe. Hang up de fiddle and de bow. For no more work for poor old Ned, — He 's gone where de good darkies go. His fingers were long, like de cane in de brake. And he had no eyes for to see ; And he had no teeth for to eat de hoe-cake. So he had to let de hoe-cake be. Chorus. — Lay down de shovel, etc. One cold, frosty morning old Ned died. Oh, de tears down massa's face run like de rain. For he knew when Ned was laid in de ground. He 'd nebber see his like again. Chorus. — Lay down de shovel, etc. JOHN MORGAN. John Morgan 's at your stalile door ; Where 's your mule ? oli, where 's your mule ? John Morgan 's at your stable door ; Where 's your mule ? oh, where 's your mule ? You '11 never see that mule no more — He '11 ride him till his back is sore, And leave him at some stranger's door, — There 's your mule ! oh, there 's your mule ! They 've stole that mule of mine away. And marked his back with C. S. A. He '11 come again, some other day. There 's your mule ! oh, there 's your mule ! BENNY HAVENS, O! By Companion Brevet Major-General JameS' McQuade. Pour forth a full libation, now, to Farragut, the brave, The idol of the navy, and the ruler of the wave ; He 's gone aloft, lashed in his shroud, where soon we all must go ; He 's waiting there, to welcome us, with Benny Havens, O ! Chorus. — With Benny Havens, O ! with Benny Havens, O ! He 's waiting there, to welcome us, With Benny Havens, O ! Beneath his daisy shelter-tent, in calm repose, Meade lies ; The stars he wore so brilliantly are transferred to the skies. Where, in the Army of the Blest, forevermore they glow Upon a private in the ranks, with Benny Havens, O 1 Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. We'll cherish in our memory green, the gallant Sedgwick's name ; He lay down in a mantle of imperishal^le fame, To waken when the reveille shall summon friend and foe To everlasting brotherhood with Benny Havens, O ! Chorus. — With ]5enny Havens, etc. With wreath of immortelle the grave of Sumner 's fitly crowned ; As through the echoing halls of time his glories still resound, The page of truthful history fresh honors will bestow, — He '11 hand in hand by Reynolds stand, with Benny Havens, O 1 Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. While gathered at the festive board, will yet remembered be The Army of the Cuml)erland, and of the Tennessee ; The broad Potomac, with their flood, unites in loving flow A mighty tide of comradeship with Benny Havens, C) 1 Chorus. — With Benny Havens, etc. For our noble first commander we crush a cup of wine. To sprinkle on the laurels bright that round his deeds entwine ; To the well-beloved chieftain let bumpers ovcrtlow — May he live long to sing the song of Benny Havens, O I Chorus. — Of Benny Havens, etc. EVER BE HAPPY. Ever be happy, and light as thou art, Pride of the faithful heart ; Long be thy reign O'er land and main, — By the glaive, by the chart, — Queen of the faithful heart. Chorus. — Ever be happy, and light as thou art. Pride of the faithful heart ; Pride, pride of tlie faithful heart ; Pride, pride of the faithful heart. Ever be happy, and light as thou art, Joy unto all impart. We will obey Thee night and day ; With a will we will start. Pride, pride of every heart. Chorus. — Oh, ever be happy, and light as thou art, Joy unto all impart ; Joy, joy unto all impart ; Joy, joy unto all impart. Ever be happy, and light as thou art, Never from us depart. On the blue sea. Home of the free, Queen, queen of every heart ; Queen, queen of every heart. Chorus. — Oh, ever be happy, and light as thou art. Never from us depart ; Queen, queen of the faithful heart ; Queen, queen of the faithful heart. THE PIRATES' GLEE. See our oars, with feathered spray, Sparkle in the beam of day ; In our httle bark we glide Swiftly o'er the silvery tide. From yonder lonely, rocky shore, The warrior-hennit to restore, — The warrior-hermit to restore. And sweet the morning breezes blow, While thus in measured time we row ; We row, we row, in measured time we row. LOVE COMES LIKE A SUMMER SIG-H. Love comes like a summer sigh, Softly o'er you stealing ; Love comes, and you wonder why At its shrine you're kneeling. Love comes, and the days go by While your fate love 's sealing ; Love some day must come to all, Come to all, come to all ; Yes, in love all must fall, all must fall. Yes, love comes like a summer sigh, Softly o'er you stealing, etc. OH! LIVERPOOL JACK. Oh ! Liverpool Jack, with a tarpaulin hat ; Chorus. — Amelia, where 're you bound to? The Rocky Mountains are my home, Chorus. — Across the western ocean. HEAVE AWAY! HEIGH, 'O. Where are you going, my pretty maid ? I 'm going a-milking, sir, she said ; I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. Chorus. — Heave away I Heigh, 'O I Heave away 1 Heigh, 'O I Heigh, 'O I May I go with you, my pretty maid ? Oh, yes ; if you please, kind sir, she said. I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. Oiorus. — Heave away ! etc. Who is your father, my pretty maid ? My father 's a farmer, sir, she said. I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. Chorus. — Heave away ! etc. What is your fortune, my j)retty maid ? My face is my fortune, sir, she said. I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. Chorus. — Heave away I eti. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid. Nobody asked you, sir, she said. I 'm bound for the Rio Grande. Chorus. — Heave away I etc. BUG-LE CALLS. INFANTRY REVEILLE. I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up in the morning ; I can 't wake 'em up, I can't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up at all. The corporal 's worse than the private, The sergeant 's worse than the corporal. The lieutenant 's worse than the sergeant, But the captain 's worst of all. Oh, I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up in the morning; I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up, I can 't wake 'em up at all. SICK CALL. Dr. Jones says : Dr. Jones says : Come and get your quinine, quinine, quinine, Come and get your quinine, — Q_U-I-N-I-N-E ! CAVALRY STABLE CALL. All who are able, come, go to the stable. And give your horses some fodder and corn ; For if you do n't do it, the sergeant will know it. And you will catch , as sure as you 're born. THE GENERAL. Do n't you hear the General say Strike your tents, and march away ? Do n't you hear the General blow ? Strike those tents, and off we go. Strike tents ! strike tents ! Pack 'em up, pack 'em up, pack 'em up. Strike tents ! strike tents ! Pack 'em up quick, pack 'em up slick ; Strike tents ! THE ARMY AND THE NAVY. Though war has now with gory hand Spread gloom and terror round, Be not forgot the gallant band That all our et^les crowned ; And, while the glass you gaily pass. Where mirth and music charm ye. Oh, let the toast be Honor's boast — " The Army and the Navy ! The Navy and the Army ! " Oh, let the toast, etc. Our sailors, on the mountain wave, Our soldiers, on the field. With honor fight, humanely save, But never basely yield. Then, while the glass you gaily pass. This welcome tribute levy, A bumper toast to Honor's boast — " The Army and the Navy ! The Navy and the Army ! " Oh, let the toast, cU, THE LOYAL LEGIONIER. By Companion Krcvet Major-General James McQuade Ho 1 soldiers, sailors, and marines ! I sing a jolly blade. Who nobly fit into the war, and never was dismayed ; WTio never was dismayed, brave boys, nor walked off on his car ; — A gallant Union -saver was the Loyal Legionier. Chorus. — The loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal, Loyal Legionier, The loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal. Loyal Legionier. He takes a drink when he is asked, of whiskey, wine, or beer ; A gay and festive "sojer" is the Loyal Legionier. lo COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. 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 Ijanner makes tyranny tremble, When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. Chorus. — When borne by the Red, White, and Blue, When borne by the Red, White, and Blue ; Thy banner makes tyranny tremble. When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. When war waged its wide desolation. And threatened our land to deform. The ark, then, of freedom's foundation, — Columbia, — rode safe through the storm With the garland of victory o'er her, When so proudly she bore her bold crew, — With her flag floating proudly before her, — The boast of the Red, White, and Blue. Choiits. — The boast of the Red, White, and Blue, etc. The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither. And fill your cup to the brim ; May the wreath they have won never wither. Nor the star of their glory grow dim. May the services, united, ne'er sever. And hold to their colors so true ; The Army and Navy forever — Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue. Chorus. — Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, e/c. II STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rockets' red glare, the bombs' bursting in air. Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, Wliat is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam. In full glory reflected, nov/ shines on the stream ; 'Tis the star-spangled banner! oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where are the foes, who 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 washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could. save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the giave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ; Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just. And this be our motto — " In God is our trust! " And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 12 THE MERMAID. 'Twas Friday morn when we set sail, And we were not far from the land, When our captain spied a lovely mermaid With a comb and a glass in her hand. Chorus, — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, And the stormy winds may blow. While we, poor sailors, go skipping to the tops, And the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below. Chorus. ■ Then up spake the captain of our gallant ship, And a well-spoken man was he ; " I have married a wife in Salem town, And to-night she a widow will be." ■ Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. Then up spake the cook of our gallant ship. And a fat old cook was he ; " I care much more for my kettles and my pots Than I do for the depths of the sea." Chorus. — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. Then three times round went our gallant ship. And three times round went she ; Then three times round went our gallant ship. And she sunk to the bottom of the sea. Chorus, — Oh, the ocean waves may roll, etc. THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. Yes, we '11 rally round the flag, boys, we '11 rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ; We will rally from the hillside, we '11 gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. Chorus. — The Union forever ! hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! Down with the traitor, up with the star. While we rally round the flag, boys, 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 '11 fill the vacant ranks of our brothers gone before. Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true, and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. And, although they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, ■ Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. So we 're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. And we '11 hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. Chorus. — The Union forever, etc. WE SAIL THE OCEAN BLUE. We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship 's a beauty ; We 're sober men, and true. And attentive to our duty. When the balls whistle free over the bright lilue sea. We stand to our guns all day ; When at anchor we ride on the Portsmouth tide, We have plenty of time for play. 14 WILLO'W, TITWILLOW. On a tree, by a river, a little tom-tit Sang " Willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " And I said to him, " Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing ' Willow, titwillow, titwillow ' ? Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, " Or a rather tough worm in your little inside ? " With a shake of his poor little head, he replied, " Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough, Singing " Willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow ; Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! He sobbed, and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave. Then threw himself into the billowy wave. And an echo arose from the suicide's grave — " Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " Now I feel just as sure as I 'm sure that my name Is n't Willow, titwillow, titwillow, That 't was blighted affection that made him exclaim, " Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " And, if you remain callous and obdurate, I Shall perish as he did, and you will know why ; Though I prol)ably shall not exclaim, as I die, " Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow ! " MEERSCHAUM PIPE. Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe When I am far away ? Chorus. — Allie-Bazoo-Bazee-Bazan, From Kal-a-ma-zoo, in Mich-i-gan ; Bad man ! Oh, who will use my green umbrella. When I am far away ? Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips, When I am far away ? Chorus. — ^Some other man, some other man, From Kal-a-ma-zoo, in Mich-i-gan, cl. 15 GLdRY, HALLELUJAH! John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, His soul is marching on. Chorus. — Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! Glory ! glory, hallelujah ! His soul is marching on. He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! He 's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! His soul is marching on. Chorus. — Glory! glory, ^/"r. John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back ! His soul is marching on. Chorus. — Glory ! glory, e(c. His pet lambs will meet him on the way. His pet lambs will meet him on the way. His pet lambs will meet him on the way. And they '11 go marching on. Chorus. ^- Glory ! glory, eic. They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree. They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree. As they go marching on. Chorus. — Glory ! glory, eic. Now three rousing cheers for the Union, Now three rousing cheers for the Union, Now three rousing cheers for the Union, As we go marching on. Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah ! Chorus. — Glory ! glory, eic. i6 IN THE LOUISIANA LOWLANDS. Way down in Louisiana, not many years ago, There lived a colored gemblum, his name was Pompey Snow ; He played upon de banjo, and on de tambourine. And for rattling of de bones he was de greatest eber seen In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, In the Louisiana lowlands low. Chorus. — In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. One night ole Pompey started off to play for Caesar Clum, But, afore he went, he fortified with a good stout glass of rum ; When on the road he thought he saw a darkey tall and grim. So Pompey laid de banjo down to break de darkey's shin, In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. Says he, " Old chap, just move along, or else I '11 spoil your face ; " But dis darkey did n't seem to move from out his hiding-place ; So, drawing back, he crooked his head, and down at him, cachunk ; But Pompey made a sad mistake, for 't was nothing but a stump In the Louisiana lowlands, ctr. The stump it proved a little hard, too hard for Pompey's wool ; For, when he struck, the hickory knot went through the darkey's skull. They found his Isanjo by his side, and Pompey lying dead. Spokcit. — And, ladies and gentlemen, this is the first time upon record that it was ever known of a darkey ever coming to his death By de breaking of his head. CJioriis. — And dey buried him in the lowlands, lowlands, lowlands. Den dey buried him in de lowlands low. OH! GEN'RAL TAYLOR G-AINED THE DAY. Oh ! Gen'ral Taylor gained the day. Chorus. — Down on the plains of Mexico. And Santa Auna ran away ; Chorus. — Hurray ! Santa Anna. 17 OUR FLAG'S COME BACK TO TENNESSEE. Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey, In the sunlight, clear and strong; For this world is fading, Pompey, Massa won't be with you long; And I fain would hear the south wind Bring once more the sound to me Of the wavelets softly breaking On the shores of Tennessee. Mournful though the ripples murmur, As they still the story tell How no vessels float the banner That I 've loved so long and well, I shall listen to their music, Dreaming that again I see Stars and stripes, on sloop and shallop, Sailing up the Tennessee. Thus he watches cloud-bow shadows Glide from tree to mountain crest, Softly creeping, aye, and ever, To the river's yielding breast. Ha ! above the foliage yonder Something flutters bold and free — Massa, Massa ! Hallelujah ! The flag 's come back to Tennessee ! Pompey, hold me on your shoulder, Help me stand on foot once more. That I may salute the colors As they pass my caljin door. Nevermore shall treason trail thee, Glorious emblem of the free ; God and Union ])e our watchword Evermore in Tennessee. i8 LARBOARD WATCH. At dreary midnight's cheerless hour, Deserted e'en by Cynthia's beam, When tempests beat, and torrents pour, And twinkhng stars no longer gleam, The wearied sailor, spent with toil, Clings firmly to the weather shrouds. And still, the lengthening hour to 'guile. Sings, as he views the gathering clouds, Larboard watch, ahoy ! Chorus. — But who can speak the joy he feels, While o'er the foam his vessel reels, And his tired eyelids slumbering fall ; He rouses at the welcome call Of Larboard watch, ahoy ! With anxious care he eyes each wave That, swelling, threatens to o'erwhelm ; And, his storm-beaten bark to save, Directs with skill the faithful helm. With joy he drinks the cheering grog 'Mid storms that bellow loud and hoarse; With joy he heaves the reeling log. And marks the leeway and the course. Larboard watch, ahoy ! Chorus. — But who can speak, etc. ROLLING HOME. Up aloft, amid the rigging, swiftly blows the favoring gale. Strong as spring-time in its blossom, filling out each bending sail ; And the waves we leave behind us seem to murmur as they rise. We have tarried here to bear you to the land you dearly prize. Chorus. — Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea ; Rolling home to fair Columbia, rolling home, dear land, to thee. Full ten thousand miles behind us, and a thousand miles before, Ancient ocean heaves to bind us to the well-remembered shore ; New-born breezes swell to waft us to our childhood's welcome skies, To the glow of friendly faces and the glance of loving eyes. Chorus. — Rolling home, etc. 19 SAILING. Y' heave ho ! my lads, the wind blows free, A pleasant gale is on our lee, And soon, across the ocean clear. Our gallant bark shall bravely steer ; But, ere we part from England's shores to-night, A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright. Chorus. — ^Then here 's to the sailor, and here 's to the hearts so true Who will think of him upon the waters blue — Sailing, sailing over the bounding main ; For many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again. The sailor's life is bold and free ; His home is on the rolling sea; And never heart more true and brave Than he who launches on the wave. Afar he speeds, in distant climes to roam ; With jocund song he rides the sparkling foam. Chorus. — Then here's to the sailor, etc. The tide is flowing with the gale — Y' heave ho ! my lads, set every sail ; The harbor bar we soon shall clear — P'arewell once more, to home so dear ; For, when the tempest rages loud and long. That home shall be our guiding-star among. Chorus. — Then here's to the sailor, etc. ONE -WIDE RIVER TO CROSS. We'll float together, we'll float together, There 's one wide river to cross. Chorus. — One wide river, there 's one wide river to cross. Three of a kind they beat two pair. There 's one wide river to cross. We '11 chase the Devil around a stump, ' There 's one wide river to cross. Fluke-ma-gilda ! Fluke-ma-gilda ! There 's one wide river to cross. 20 WAKE, NICODBMUS. Nicodemus, the slave, was of African birth, And was bought for a bag full of gold ; He was reckoned as part of the salt of the earth, But he died, years ago, very old. 'Twas his last sad request — so we laid him away In the trunk of an old hollow tree ; " Wake me up," was his charge, " at the first break of day ; Wake me up for the Great Jubilee ! " Chorus. — The good time coming is almost here. It was long, long, long on the way ; Now, run and tell Elijah to hurry up Pomp, And meet us at the gum-tree down in the swamp, To wake Nicodemus to-day. He was known as a prophet, at least was as wise. For he told of the battles to come ; And we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes. And we heeded the shake of his thumb. Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore Were in patches at elbow and knee ; And he still wears the suit that he used to, of yore. As he sleeps in the old hollow tree. Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash. Though the "bullet has oft crossed his path ; There were none of his masters so brave or so rash As to face such a man in his wrath. Yet his g-reat heart with kindness was filled to the brim — He obeyed, who was born to command ; But he longed for the morning which then was so dim — For the morning which now is at hand. 'Twas a long, weary night; we were almost in fear That the future was more than he knew ; 'T was a long, weary night ; but the morning is near, And the words of our prophet are true. There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, There are tokens in endless array ; While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, Only hastens the advent of day. 21 THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE SPRING. The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, Breathe promise of merry sunshine ; As we merrily dance and sing, tra-la. We welcome the hope that they bring, tra-la. Of a summer of roses and wine. And that 's what we mean when we say that a thing Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring. Tra-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. Chorus. — And that's what we mean, etc. The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, Have nothing to do with the case ; I 've got to take under my wing, tra-la, A most unattractive old thing, tra-la, With a caricature of a face. And that 's what I mean when I say, or I sing, " Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring ! " Tra-la, la-la, la-la, la- la. Chorus. — And that 's what he means, etc. COLUMBIA RULES THE SEA. The pennon flutters in the breeze, the anchor comes apeak, " Let fall ; sheet home ! " the briny foam and ocean's waste we seek. The booming gun speaks our adieu, fast fades our native shore ; Columbia free shall rule the sea, — Columbia evermore. We go the tempest's wrath to dare, the billows' maddened play ; Now 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, — Columbia evermore. We '11 bear her flag around the world, in thunder and in flame ; The sea-girt isles a wreath of smiles shall form around her name ; The winds shall pipe her preans loud, the billowy chorus roar Columbia free shall rule the sea, — Columbia evermore. 22 TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. In the 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, Though 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 breathe the air again Of the free land 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. — Tramp, trainp, tramp, etc. So, within the prison-cell. We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door ; And the hollow eye grows bright. And the poor heart almost gay. As we think of seeing friends and home once more. Chorus. — Tramp, tramp, tramp, etc. I "WISH I WAS OLD STORMY'S SON. Chorus. - Chorus. - I wish I was old Stormy's son. - Aye, aye, aye. Mister Storm-a-long. I 'd build a ship of a thousand ton. -To my way, Storm-along. Way-hey, Storm-a-long. ANNIE LAURIE. Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, Where early falls the dew, 'Twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true. Gave me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot can be ; But for bonnie Annie Laurie I 'd lay me down and dee. Her brow is like the snow-drift, Her throat is like the swan, Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on. That e'er the sun shone on. And dark-blue is her e'e. And for bonnie Annie Laurie I 'd lay me down and dee. Like dew, on the gowans lying. Is the fall of her fairy feet ; And, like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet. And she 's all the world to me. And for bonnie Annie Laurie I 'd lay me down and dee. BA-BE-BI-BO-BU. Ba-ba, Be-be, Bi-bi, Ba-be-bi, Bo-bo, Ba-be-bi-bo, Bu-bu, Ba-be-l^i-bo-bu. 24 AMERICA. My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing ! Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. My native countiy, thee, Land of the noble, free — Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks, and rills, Thy woods, and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze. And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake. Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us liy Thy might, Great CJod, our King. A "LEE GANG"WAY" SONG. There was a gal in our town, Her name was Betsey Taylor ; Bill Bowline was her lover bold, He went to sea in a whaler. Choj'us. — Ri-fol-de-rol, ri-fol-de-rol, Ri-fol-de-rol, de-ri-do. When up there came a great big squall, As black as old Othello ; It struck Bill's ship, and down she went. With every blessed fellow. When Betsey Ann she hear this news, Her crinoline she adjusted. Then jumped into a well, and drank Cold water until she busted. Old Ironsides, that good old ship, So well she did behave her. She whipped the Cyane and Levant, The Guerriere and the Java. The Wasp and Frolic took a turn Out on the broad Atlantic ; Our " firing low " was all the go. And drove John Bull quite frantic. We had an Enterprise-ing brig, Who met a British Boxer, And proved that lads of Yankee birth Could whip the original stock, sir. Poor Jack ! he leads an awful life, With cuffing and with kicking ; And, when he dies, he flies around — A Mother Carey's chicken. Oh, give the parson lemonade, The ladies sugar-candy — But give to me, where'er I go. Good whiskey, gin, or Ixandy. 26 THE BANNER OP THE STARS. Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! fling our banner to the breeze ; Let the enemies of freedom see its folds again unfurled ; And down with the pirates that scorn upon the seas Our victorious Yankee banner — sign of Freedom to the World ! Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag, The true flag, the true flag, the Red, White and Blue flag ; Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! we will carry to the wars The old flag, the free flag, the Banner of the Stars ! And what though its white shall be crimsoned with our blood ? And what though its stripes shall be shredded in the storms ? To the torn flag, the worn flag, we '11 keep our promise good. And we '11 bear the starry blue field with gallant hearts and arms. Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, etc. Then cursed be he who would strike our starry flag ! May the God of Hosts be with us as we smite the traitor down ! And cursed be he who would hesitate or lag Till the dear flag, the fair flag, with victory we crown ! Chorus. — We '11 never have a new flag, etc. OLD FOLKS AT HOME. 'Way down upon the Swanee ribber, far, far away, Dere 's wha' my heart is turning eber, dere "s wha' de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, and for de old folks at home. Chorus. — All de world am sad and dreary, eberywhere I roam. Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary. Far from de old folks at home. All round 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. One little hut among de bushes, one dat I love, Still sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a-humming all round de comb ? When will I hear de lianjo tumming, down in my good old home ? 27 I'S GWINE BACK TO DIXIE. I 's gwine back to Dixie, No more I 's gwine to wander ; My heart 's turned back to Dixie, I can 't stay here no longer. I miss de old plantation, My home and my relation, My heart 's turned back to Dixie, And I must go. Chorus. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, I 's gwine back to Dixie, I 's gwine where de orange-blossoms grow ; For I hear the children calling, I see their sad tears falling, — My heart 's turned back to Dixie, And I must go. I 've hoed in fields of cotton, I 've worked upon the river ; I used to think, if I got off, I 'd go back there — no ; never. But time has changed the old man. His head is bending low. His heart 's turned back to Dixie, And he must go. Chorus. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, etc. I 'm travelling back to Dixie ; My step is slow and feeble, I pray the Lord to help me, And lead me from all evil. And, should my strength forsake me. Then, kind friends, come and take me ; My heart 's turned back to Dixie, And I must go. Cho7'us. — I 's gwine back to Dixie, etc. 28 SWING LOW, SWEE3T CHARIOT. Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see ? Coming for to carry me home ; A band of angels coming after me. Coming for to carry me home. Chorus. ■ — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. The brightest day that ever I saw, Coming for to carry me home ; When Jesus washed my sins away. Coming for to carry me home. Chort4S. — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. I 'm sometimes up, and sometimes down, Coming for to carry me home ; But still my soul feels heavenward bound. Coming for to carry me home. Chorus. — Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. A song for our banner, the watchword recall. Which gave the Republic her station ; " United we stand, divided we fall ! " It made and preserves us a nation. Chorus. — - The union of lakes, the union of lands. The Union of States none can sever ; The union of hearts, the union of hands. And the Flag of our Union forever and ever — The Flag of our Union forever ! What God in His infinite wisdom designed, And armed with republican thunder. Not all the earth's despots and factions combined Have the power to conquer or sunder. Chorus. — The union of lakes, the union of lands, etc. 29 GOOD-BY, MY LOVER, GOOD-BY. I saw the steamer come round the bend ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. She 's loaded down with boys and men ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. Chorus. — By, baby, by. By, baby, by, By, baby, by, Good-by, my lover, good-by. The river is up, the channel is deep ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. Let the splash of your oars to the music keep ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. Chortts. — By, baby, by, etc. I '11 sing this song, I '11 sing no more ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. I 'm oft" to-day for a foreign ^ore ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. Chorus. — By, baby, by, etc. Yes, I '11 steer my bark to the evergreen shore ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. We '11 take one drink, we '11 take no more ; Good-by, my lover, good-by. Chorus. — By, baby, by, etc. I'M A HAPPY VOLUNTEER. I 'm a happy volunteer — I wish I wasn't here — I want to be at home with the army in the rear ; Swing low, sweet chariot, John Morgan 's got my mule ! 30 MASSA'S IN DB COLD GROUND. Round de meadows am a-ringing De darkies' mournful song, While de mocking-bird am singing — Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a-creeping O'er de grassy mound, Dar old massa am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. •Down in de corn-field Hear dat mournful sound ; All de darkies am a-weeping — Massa 's in de cold, cold ground. Chorus. Chorus. Massa makes de darkies lub him, Kase he was so kind ; Now dey sadly weep above him. Mourning kase he leave dem behind. I cannot work before to-morrow, Kase de tear-drops flow ; I try to drive away my sorrow, Pickin' on de ole banjo. Down in de corn-field, etc. SO SAY w:e3, all op us. So say we, all of us. So say we, all of us, So say we all. So say we, all of us, So say we, all of us. So say we, all of us, So say we all. 3» I AM CAPTAIN OF THE PINAFORE. Solo. — I am the captain of the " Pinafore ! " Chorus. — And a right good captain, too ! Solo. — You 're very, very good, and, be it understood, I command a right good crew. Chorus. — We 're very, very good, and, be it understood, He commands a right good crew. Solo. — Though related to a peer, I can hand, reef, and steer, And ship a selvagee ; I am nq.ver known to quail at the fury of a gale, And I 'm never, never sick at sea. Chorus. — What, never? Solo. — No ; never. Chorus. — What, never ? Solo. — Hardly ever. Chorus. — He 's hardly ever sick at sea ! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more. For the hardy captain of the " Pinafore " ! Solo. — I do my best to satisfy you all — Chorus. — And with you we 're quite content. Solo. — You 're exceedingly polite, and I think it only right To return the compliment. Chorus. — We 're exceedingly polite, and he thinks it only right To return the compliment. Solo. — Bad language or abuse I never, never use, Whatever the emergency ; Though " Bother it ! " I may occasionally say, I never use a big, big D . Chorus. — What, never ? Solo. — No ; never. Chorus. — What, ne^jer ? Solo. — Hardly ever. Chorus. — Hardly ever swears a big, big D- Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the well-bred captain of the " Pinafore " ! 32 OLD NOAH. Bress de Lord, I see old Noah ! Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Bress de Lord, I see old Noah ! Hal-la-lu- YAH ! How d' ye know dat dat is Noah ? Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! How d' ye know dat dat is Noah ? Hal-la-lu- YAH ! Bekase I seed him in his ark, Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Bekase I seed him in his ark, Hal-la-lu-YAH ! Bress de Lord, I see old 'Lijah ! Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Bress de Lord, I see old 'Lijah ! Hal-la-lu-YAH ! How d' ye know dat dat is 'Lijah ? Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! How d' ye know dat dat is 'Lijah ? Hal-la-lu-YAH ! Kase I seed him in his chariot, Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Kase I seed him in his chariot, Hal-la-lu-YAH ! Bress de Lord, I's gwine to glory! Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Bress de Lord, I 's gwine to glory ! Hal-la-lu-YAH ! How d' ye know dat ye 's gwine to glory ? Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! How d' ye know dat ye 's gwine to glory ? Hal-la-lu-YAH ! Kase I feels it in my bones, Hal-la-lu, hal-la-lu-yah ! Kase I feels it in my Irenes, Hal-la-lu- YAH ! 33 FLAG OP THE HEROES. Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through the battle-field's thunder and flame, Blazoned in song, and illumined in story. Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame. Chorus. — 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 the firmament, guide of our nation, Pride of her children, and honored afar. Let the wide beams of thy full constellation Scatter each cloud that would darken a star. Chorus. — Up with our banner bright, etc. Lord of the Universe, shield us and guide us. Trusting Thee always, in shadow or sun ; Thou hast united us, who shall divide lis ? Keep us, oh, keep us, the many in one ! Chorus. — Up with our banner bright, etc. WE OLD BOYS. 'Twas side by side, as comrades dear, in dark days long ago, We fought the fight without a fear, and rendered blow for lilow. In battle, march, or prison-pen, each unto each was true. As beardless boys became strong men, and braved the long war through. Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, who marched in Sixty-one; We '11 ne'er forget old times, my boys, When you and I were young. And tho', through all these years of peace, we 've somewhat older grown, The spirit of those early days we'll ever proudly own; Our grand old flag is just as fair as in the trying time When traitors sought its folds to tear, and we suppressed the crime. Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, e/e. What if grim age creeps on apace? our souls shall not grow old. But we will stand as in the days when we were warriors bold ; We stood for right, for our dear land, for home, and all that 's true ; So finnly clasp hand unto hand, and comradeship renew. Chorus. — We are the boys, the gay old boys, etc. 34 CROW SONG. Solo. — There were three crows sat on a tree ; Chorus. — Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! Solo. — There were three crows sat on a tree ; Chorus. — Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! There were three crows sat on a tree, And they were black as crows could be; And they all flapped their wings, and cried Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! And they all flapped their wings, and cried Billy Magee, Magar! Said one old crow unto his mate ; Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! Said one old crow unto his mate ; Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! Said one old crow unto his mate, " What shall we do for grub to eat ? " And they all flapped their wings, and cried Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! And they all flapped their wings, and cried Billy Magee, Magar ! " There lies a horse on yonder plain ; Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! " There lies a horse on yonder plain ; Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! " There lies a horse on yonder plain, Who 's by some cruel butcher slain." And they all flapped their wings, and cried Caw ! (^aw ! Caw ! And they all flapped their wings, and cried Billy Magee, Magar! " We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone ; Oh ! Billy Magee, Magar ! " We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone ; Oh! Billy Magee, Magar! " We '11 perch ourselves on his backbone. And pick his eyes out, one by one." And they all flapped their wings, and cried Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! And they all flapped their wings, and cried Billy Magee, Magar ! 35 THE REGULAR ARMY, O! Three years ago, this very day, we went to Governor's Isle For to stand forninst the cannon, in true mihtary style ; Siventeen American dollars each month we surely get For to carry a gun and bagnet with a regimental step. We had our choice of going to the army or to jail, Or it's up the Hudson river, with a copper, take a sail. Oh, we puckered up our courage, wid bravery we did go ; Oh, we cursed the day we went away wid the Regular Army, O ! Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, And Captain Don-a-hue ; Oh, they make us march and toe the mark, In gallant " Company Q " ; Oh, the drums may roll, upon me soul This is the way we'd go — Forty miles a day, on beans and hay, In the Regular Army, O ! We went to Arizony, for to fight the Injuns there ; Came near being made bald-headed, but they never got our hair ; We lay among the ditches in the yellow, dirty mud. And we never saw an onion, a turnip, or a spud. Oh, we were taken prisoners, conveyed forninst the Chafe ; Oh, he said, "We'll make an Irish stew ! " the dirty Indian thafe. On the telegraphic wire we walked to Mexico ; We bless the day we skipped away from the R.egular Army, O ! Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, etc. We've corns upon our heels, my lioys, and bunions on our toes; While lugging a gun in the red-hot sun puts freckles on our nose. England has its Gren-a-diers, France has its Zoo-zoos, The U. S. A. never changes, they say, but continually wears the blues. When we are out upon parade, we must have our muskets bright, Or they '11 slap us in the guard-house to pass away the night. And, when we want a furlough, to the Colonel we do go ; He says, Go to bed, and wait till you 're dead in the Regular Army, O ! Chorus. — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf-fe-ry, dr. 36 TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP-GROUND. We're tenting to-night on the old camp-ground; 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 to-night, Wishing for the war to cease ; Many are the hearts looking for the riglit, To see the dawn of peace. Tenting to-night, tenting to-night, Tenting on the old camp-ground. We 've been tenting to-night on the old camp-ground, Thinking of days gone by. Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand. And the tear that said " Good-by ! " Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, etc. We are tired of war on the old camp-ground ; Many are dead and gone Of the brave and true who've left their homes ; Others been wounded long. Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, etc. We 've been fighting to-day on the old camp-ground, Many are lying near ; Some are dead, and some are dying, — Many are in tears. Chorus. — Many are the hearts that are weary to-night. Wishing for the war to cease ; Many are the hearts looking for the right, To see the dawn of peace. Dying to-night, dying to-night. Dying on the old camp-ground. 37 A JilFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. A life on the ocean wave ! A home on the rolling deep ! Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep. Like an eagle caged I pine On this dull, unchanging shore ; Oh, give me the flashing brine. The spray, and the tempest's roar ! Chorus. — A life on the ocean wave ! A home on the rolling deep ! Where the scattered waters rave. And the winds their revels keep. Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift-gliding craft ; Set sails ! farewell to the land ! The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam Like an ocean-bird set free ; Like the ocean-bird, our home We 'II find far out on the sea. CJionis. — A life on the ocean wave ! etc. The land is no longer in view. The clouds have begun to frown ; But, with a stout vessel and crew. We '11 say. Let the storm come down ! And the song of our hearts shall be, While the winds and the waters rave, A life on the heaving sea ! A home on the bounding wave ! C/iorus. — A life on the ocean wave ! etc. 38 IT'S A 'WAY WE HAVE IN THE ARMY. It 's a way we have in the army, It 's a way we have in the army, It 's a way we have in the army. To drive dull care away. To drive dull care away. To drive dull care away. It 's a way we have in the army. It 's a way we have in the army, It 's a way we have in the army, To drive dull care away. For we think it is quite right, sir. On our regular Wednesday night, sir, To get most gloriously tight, sir. To drive dull care away. To drive dull care away. To drive dull care away. It 's a way we have in the army. It 's a way we have in the army. It 's a way we have in the army, • To drive dull care away. VICTORY AT LAST. For many years we 've waited to hail the day of peace. When our land shall be united, and war and strife shall cease ; And now that day approaches, the drums are beating fast. And all the boys are coming home — there 's victory at last. C/iorus. — There 's victory at last, boys ; victory at last ! O'er land and sea our flag is free, we '11 nail it to the mast ; Yes, we '11 nail it to the mast, boys ; nail it to the mast ; For there 's victory, victory, victory at last. The heroes who have gained it, and lived to see that day. We will meet with flying banners and honors on the way ; And all their sad privations shall to the wind be cast. For all the boys are coming home — there's victory at last. Oh, happy wives and children, light up your hearts and homes. For, see, with martial music, " the conquering hero comes," With flags and streamers flying, while drums are beating fast ; For all the boys are coming home — victory at last. 39 A YANKEE SHIP AND A YANKEE CRE"W. A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew, Singing, Hey ! aloft and alow ! Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze. The spray sparkling as thrown from her prow. Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, When homeward she 's steering now. Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew. Singing, Hey ! aloft and alow ! A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! With hearts aboard both gallant and true. The same aloft and alow. The blackened sky and the whistling wind Foretell the approach of a gale. And home and its joys flit over each mind ; Husbands, lovers, on deck there ! a sail ! Distress is the word ! God speed them through ! Bear a hand aloft and alow ! Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, etc. A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally-hi-ho ! you know ! Freedom defends the land where it grew — We 're free, aloft and alow ! Bearing down is a ship in regal pride. Defiance at each mast-head ; She 's wrecked, and the one bears that floats alongside. The stars and stripes, — still to victory wed, — - That ne'er strike to a foe while the sky is blue, Or a tar 's aloft and alow. Chorus. — A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, etc. 40 "WHEN JOHNISTY COMES MARCHING HOME. When Johnny comes marching home again ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! We '11 give him a hearty welcome then ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we '11 all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. The old church bell will peal with joy ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! To welcome home our darling boy ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! The village lads and lasses say With roses they will strew the way, And we '11 all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the jul^ilee; Hurrah ! hurrah ! We '11 give the hero three times three ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow. And we '11 all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah ! hurrah ! Their choicest pleasures then display ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior's heart. And we '11 all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. 41 AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne ? Chojus. — For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne ; We '11 tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa ha'e run about the braes And pu't the gowans