fcV^.1 [iWJl'Jiriyj] ! MILITARY ORDER OF THE Loyal Legion OF THE United States SONGS SUNG BY THE "SINGING SCHOOL" OF THE MISSOURI COMMANDERY c^ NINETEEN HUNDRED AND FIVE E4(c TMF L'BP.V* CONGRES A!j(5e 18 1905 COPY 8. « o The "Singing School." "To transmit the first bright and early impressions of our youth, fresh and unimpaired to a remote period in life, constitutes one of the loftiest prerogatives of genius." AT the stated meeting of the Com- mandery, held February 6, 1886, on motion, Capt. W. R. Hodges was appointed a Committee of One to organize a glee club. A meeting was called at his residence, and a few companions, who had sung the songs of youth and patriotism on the march and in camp, gathered, and the nucleus of what was facetiously named the "Singing School" was formed. A body of enthusiasts, who for nearly twenty years have been the vital force in the Com- mandery for ideal companionship, and who have striven with loving interest to make our gatherings a delight. By practice they were enabled to sing with a harmony and fervor which was an inspiration to others, and for years a majority of those present at our meetings have joined to the added pleasure of all. Much credit is due to the perennial enthusiasm and interest of Com- panion Loyd G. Harris, who, without elec- tion or appointment, became the leader of the "Singing School." Acknowledgment is also due to our splendid accompanyists, Mr. Charles Galloway and Mr. E. V. Mclntyre. In 1887 a song book was published, con- taining many numbers which never became popular. As the years went by others were added to our repertoire, and several were written especially for the edification of the Comm^andery. A revised and complete edi- tion has been demanded, which shall include only the songs sung at our meetings and endeared to all by memories of the past. By general desire the names and portraits of memxbers of the "Singing School," past and present, are here given. There will be a pathetic interest in looking upon the faces of the good fellows who have joined the silent army, as well as upon those living but separated from us. Many distinguished in military and civil life are included, but no one who has not performed the work assigned him and done dutifully and well his stunt. It is the hope of the Committee on Pub- lication that this book will prove a treasured souvenir of good times past and gone, and an inspiration for good times to come. MEMBERS OF THE SINGING SCHOOL. LIEUT. ALBERT MERRELU Capt. J. E. ASHCROFT.* Major J. G. BUTLER. Major CHAS. CHRISTENSEN. Col. J. O. CHURCHILL. Gen. NELSON COLE.* Capt. GEO. T. CRAM. E. R. DARLINGTON. THOS. C. DOAN. Col. C. C. GARDINER. Lieut. CHAS. H. GLEASON.* Capt. THOS. M. GREENE. Lieut. LOYD G. HARRIS. Surgeon R. J. HILL.* Col. CHAS. S. HILLS.* Capt. W. R. HODGES. Col. J. F. HOW.* Lieut E. D. MEIER. Major H. L. MORRILL.* Major GEO. H. MORGAN, U. S. A. Lieut. J. C. PARKER. Major CHAS. E. PEARCE.* Lieut. T. A. POST.* Capt. F. RAYMOND, JR. Lieut.-Col. GEO. D. REYNOLDS. Lieut. F. L. RIDGELY. Lieut.-Col. GEO. ROBINSON, U. S. A. Lieut.-Com. M. S. STUYVESANT. CHAS. B. SUDBOROUGH. Major AMOS M. THAYER.* V. C. TURNER. Capt. CHAS. G. WARNER. THOS. M. WEBSTER. Major H. D. WOOD. Lieut.-Gen. S. B. M. YOUNG, U. S. A. *Dead. NOTE. — Where photograph could not be obtained, the portrait is omitted. 4 AMERICA. My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died; Land of the Pilgrim's pride; From every mountain-side Let freedom ring! My native country! 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 through 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 by Thy might. Great God, our King. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Oh! say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twi- light's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs burst- ing in air. Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; Oh! say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mist of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes. What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 6 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 grave, 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 home and 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. LIEUT. F. L. RIDGELY. 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 banner 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. Cho.— The boast, etc. The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, And fill you it up to the brim May the wreath they have won never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim. May the 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. Cho. — Three cheers, etc. COLUMBIA. Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise. The queen of the world, and the child of the skies Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold While ages on ages thy splendors unfold, Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time. Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime; Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name, Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame. To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire ; Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire; Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend. And triumph pursue them, and glory attend. A world is thy realm; for a world be thy laws Enlarged as thy empire, and just as thy cause; On Freedom's broad basis, that empire shall rise, Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies. Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display. The nations admire, and the ocean obey; Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold. And the east and the south yield their spices and gold. As the day-spring unbounded, thy splendor shall flow, And earth's little kingdoms before thee bend low; While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled. Hush the tumult of war, and give peace to the world. The author, Timothy Dwight. was born May 14, 1752; graduated at Yale 1769; made Master of Arts i772;'Chap- lain in the Continental Army 17J77; while chaplain he wrote the poem " Columbia," which is one of the most remark- ably prophetic productions regarding the United States ever uttered.] MAJOR CHAS. CHRISTENSEN. MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. Bring the good old bugle, boys! We'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along — Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong. While we were marching thro' Georgia. Chorus. "Hurrah! hurrah! we bring the jubilee! Hurrah! hurrah! the flag that makes you free!" So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching thro' Georgia. How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled which our com- missary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground. While we were marching thro' Georgia. Cho. — "Hurrah! hurrah!" etc. 10 Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from break- ing forth in cheers, While we were marching thro' Georgia. Cho. — "Hurrah! hurrah!" etc. ''Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!" So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a hand- some boast — Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon on our host, While we were marching thro' Georgia. Cho. — "Hurrah! hurrah!" etc. So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train. Sixty miles in latitude — three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us for resistance was in vain. While we were marching thro' Georgia, Cho. — "Hurrah! hurrah!" etc. n CAPT. CHARLES GUILLE WARNER. SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA. Our camp-fires shone bright on the moun- tains. That frowned on the river below. While we stood by our guns, in the morn- ing, And eagerly watched for the foe; When a rider came out from the darkness That hung over mountain and tree. And shouted, "Boys up! and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea!" Chorus. Then sang we a song for our chieftain That echoed o'er river and lea. And the stars in our banner shone brighter When Sherman marched down to the sea. Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That came from the lips of the men. For we knew that the stars on our banner More bright in their splendor would be, And that blessings from North-land would greet us. When Sherman marched down to the sea! Cho. Proud, proud was our army, that morning, That stood where the pine proudly towers. When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary; This day fair Savannah is ours!" Then sung we a song for our Chieftain, That echoed o'er river and lea! And the stars on our banner shone brighter, W^hen Sherman marched down to the Sea! Cho. 12 VIVE L'AMERICA. Words revised by Loyd G. Harris. Noble Republic! happiest of lands — Foremost of nations Columbia stands Freedom's proud banner floats in the skies, Where shouts of liberty daily arise. "United we stand, divided we fall" Union forever, freedom to all — Throughout the world our motto shall be Vive L'America, home of the free. Stronger and greater as years pass by Our grand Republic never can die. Only one flag o'er our country shall wave, "The land of the free and home of the brave." "United we stand," etc. To all our Legion, honor and fame, To all our heroes a soldier's grand name. Our stripes and our stars in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. "United we stand," etc. 13 CAPT. W. R. HODGES. BOYS WILL BE BOYS. Words by Captain W. R. Hodges. Music by Mr. E. V. McIntyre. We love to sing about the days, when we were young and daring, We gaily went a soldiering, and naught for danger caring. Oh, those were the days one did enjoy; With never a thought he was only a boy. Then ho, for the days of long ago, when we tramped through mud and rain. We ate hard tack and bacon, too, and never an ache or pain. With the sky above we slept the sleep, of a babe in its mother's arms. Without a thought of the morrow's fight, nor fear of war's alarms. For boys will be boys, boys will be boys. The years may come, the years may go, But boys will still be boys. Boys will be boys, boys will be boys. The years may come, the years may go, But boys will still be boys. 14 'Twas march and fight, and fight and march — of that we had a plenty. One does not mind such things you know — when he is only twenty. Then how you loved your boyhood friend; Your pay was only made to spend. Then ho, for the days of long ago, when we tramped through mud and rain. We ate hard tack and bacon, too, and never an ache or pain. With the sky above we slept the sleep, of a babe in its mother's arm^s, Without a thought of the morrow's fight, nor fear of war's alarms. Chorus. Tho' many years have passed away, our hearts are young and glowing. We have our pleasure day by day, the past is worth the knowing. No one c?.n take from us our joys; With frosted heads we still are boys. Then ho, for the days of long ago, when we tramped through mud and rain. We ate hard tack and bacon, too, and never an ache or pain. With the- sky above we slept the sleep, of a babe in its mother's arms. Without a thought of the morrow's fight, nor fear of war's alarms. Cho. 15 CAPTAIN F. RAYMOND, JR. 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 right, 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 who gave us the hand, And the tear that said "Good-by!" Cho. — Many are the hearts, 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. 16 GENERAL NELSON COLE. WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME. When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll 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'll all get blind drunk, 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'll all get blind drunk, When Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three. Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his royal brow. And we'll all get blind drunk, When Johnny comes marching home. Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah! Hurrah! Their choicest treasures then display. Hurrah! Hurrah! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all get blind drunk, When Johnny comes marching home. 17 LIEUT. E. D. MEIER. 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 march- ing; 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 their fiercest charge they made. And txhey swept us off a hundred men or more; But before we reached their lines they were driven back dismayed, And we heard the cry of victory o'er and o'er. Cho. — Tramp, tramp, 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, A.S we think of seeing home and friends once more. Cho. — Tramp, tramp, tramp, etc. 18 MY OWN UNITED STATES. Words by S. Stance, The poet sings of sunny France, Fair olive-laden Spain, The Grecian Isles, Italia's smiles, And India's torrid plains. Of Egypt, countless ages old. Dark Afric's palms and dates, Let me acclaim, the land I name: My own United States. Chorus. I love every inch of prairie land, Each stone on her mountain's side, I love every drop of the water clear That flows in her rivers wide, I love every tree, every blade of grass Within Columbia's gates, The Queen of the earth is the land of my birth : My own United States. The poet sings of Switzerland, Braw Scotland's heathered moor, The shimmering sheen of Ireland's green, Old England's rock-bound shore, Quaint Holland and the Fatherland, Their charms in verse relates, Let me acclaim the land I name: My own United States. *With loud acclaim we hail our flag. Its red ?nd white and blue; The red the stain of hero's blood. The white the lily's hue. The blue from heaven's arch was torn. By kindliest of fates, We pledge our honor and our lives To our United States. *Last verse by Capt. W. R. Hodges. 19 THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. A song for our banner, the watchword re- call, 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. 20 COL. C. C. GARDINER. OLD GLORY. Old glory, flag of liberty, Triumphant wave o'er land and sea, The pride of millions yet to be, 'Neath freedom's glorious sway, We gaze upon each starry fold, In beauty to the skies unrolled. And link with thee in pride untold. Our land America. Chorus. Unfurl thy grandeur to the stars. Dear flag of many battle scars. Renowned in hallowed story. All hail to thee, O emblem grand. The guardian of our native land. All hail to thee, O emblem grand. Old glory. Old glory founded by our sires, Amid the flame of battle fires, Thy gleam the hearts of all inspires. With rapture day by day. The flag of the New World art thou. To tyranny thou ne'er shall bow, Forever wave above the bow, Of free America. *Dear flag, we love each stripe and star Transfigured by the fires of war. No hand shall e'er thy beauty mar, Or curb thy glorious sway. With quivering lip and moistened eye We raise thy starry folds on high And swear for thee to do and die, And our America. *Third verse by Capt. W. R. Hodges. 21 CAPTAIN T. S. GREEXE. BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC By jNIrs. Julia Ward Howe. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the com- ing of the Lord, He is trampHng out the vintage where the grapes of v/r?th 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 even- ing 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, born 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! 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. While God is marching on. JOHN BROWN'S BODY. John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave. His soul is marching on. Chorus. Glory! glory halleluiah! Glory! glory hallelujah! Glory! glory hallelujah! His soul is marching on. He's gone to be a soldier in the army of Lord, He's gone to be a soldier in the army of Lord, He's gone to be a soldier in the army of Lord, His soul is marching on. Cho. John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back. His soul is marching on. Cho. His pet lambs will meet him on the way, And they'll go marching on. Cho. They will hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree. As they go marching on. Cho. Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! As we go marching on! Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah! 23 MAJOR GEO. H. MORGAN. OUR GALLANT DANDY TROOPER. By Capt. W. R. Hodges. Written in 1894 and dedicated to the Third U. S. Cavalry. A paraphrase of Tommy Adkins. Oh we take him from the city or the plough, Surgeons pass him and we dress him up so neat. We teach him to uphold his manly brow, And how to walk and where to put his feet; He also learns to do the circus act, And to ride with both his heels toward the sky. But once he's up in all the drilling and a uniform he's filling, He's a soger that completely fills the eye. Chorus. Oh our gallant dandy trooper, you are good in heart and hand. You're a credit to your calling and to all your native land, May your luck be never failing and your girl be ever true. Our yellow-legged trooper, here's a bumper full to you. 24 Then we send him to Dakota for to freeze, To distant stations far away from all the ladies, Or to Arizona where the gentle breeze Is hotter than the sulphurous gates of Hades; He seldom sees a city or a town, And rarely finds a circus or a show, But his duty he is doing though there is no chance for wooing. He's a sober, steady trooper as we know. Cho. When the savage murders people in the West, It is then we find the trooper at the front. To meet the dread Apache he's the best. In such fighting it is he who bears the brunt. From, ambush he hears the rifle crack; The thirsty soil is reddened with his gore. But he keeps his flag aflying while he's doing and adying. He's a hero is our trooper o'er and o'er. Cho. 25 LIEUT. T. A. POST. BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we'll 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 hun- dred thousand more. Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. And we'll 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'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best. Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. Chorus — The Union forever, etc. 26 SWORD OF BUNKER HILL. He lay upon his dying bed, His eye was growing dim, When with a feeble voice he called His weeping son to him: "Weep not, my boy," the veteran said, "I bow to Heaven's will; But quickly from yon antlers bring. The Sword of Bunker Hill; But quickly from yon antlers bring The Sword of Bunker Hill." The sword was brought: the soldier's eye Lit with a sudden flame. And as he grasped the ancient blade He murmured Warren's name. Then. said: "My boy, I leave you gold. But, what is richer still, I leave you, mark me! mark me, now! The Sword of Bunker Hill! I leave you, mark me! mark me, now! The Sword of Bunker Hill! "Oh, keep the Sword!" — his accents broke; A smile and he was dead, But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade Upon that dying bed. The son remains; the Sword remains, Its glory growing still; And twenty millions bless the sire And Sword of Bunker Hill! And twenty millions bless the sire And Sword of Bunker Hill! 27 HOME AGAIN. Home again, home again, From a foreign shore; And, oh! it fills my soul with joy, To meet m.y friends once more. Here I dropped my parting tear, To cross the ocean's foam; But now I'm once again with those Who kindly greet me home. Chorus — Home again, etc. Happy hearts, happy hearts, With mine have laughed in glee; But, oh! the friends I love in youth, Seem happier to me. And if my guide should be the fate Which bids me longer roam. But death alone can break the tie That binds my heart to home. Chorus — Home again, etc. Music sweet, music soft. Lingers round the place; And, oh! I feel the childhood charm. That time cannot efface. Then give me but my homestead roof, I'll ask no palace dome, For I can live a happy life With those I love at home. Chorus — Home again, etc. 2§ LIEUT. ALBERT MERRELL. "CARVE DAT POSSUM." De possum meat am good to eat, "Carve him to de heart;" Yo'll always find him good and sweet, "Carve him to de heart;" My dog did bark, and I went to see, "Carve him to de heart;" And dar was a possum up dat tree, "Carve him to de heart." Chorus. "Carve dat possum, carve dat possum, chil'en, Carve dat possum, carve him to de heart, Oh! carve dat possumi, carve dat possum, chiFen, Carve dat possum, carve him to de heart." I reached up for to puil him in, "Carve him to de heart;" De possum, he begin to grin, "Carve him to de heart;" I carried him home and dressed him off, "Carve him to de heart;" I hung him up dat night in de frost, "Carve him to de heart." Cho. De way to cook de possum sound, "Carve him to de heart;" Fust parbile him, den bake him brown, "Carve him to de heart;" Lay sweet potatoes in de pan, "Carve him to de heart;" De sweetes' eatin' in de Ian', "Carve him to de heart." Cho. 29 THE LOYAL LEGIONIER. By Capt. W. R. Hodges. Ho, soldiers, sailors and marines, I sing a jolly blade, Who nobly fit into the war and never was dismayed. He always took his licker straight, he was a brigadier, And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier, Chorus. He always took his licker straight, he was a brigadier, And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Ho, soldiers, sailors and marines, the in- fantry man I toast. Who tramped all over Dixie land when hot enough to roast. He never rode an anamile throughout his whole career, And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Chorus. He never rode an anamile throughout his whole career, And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Ho, soldiers, sailors and marines, I sing the critter m.an Who bravely fit outside a horse with gallant Sheridan. He never walked a single step, not even on his ear. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Chorus. He never walked a single step, not even on his ear. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. 30 Ho, soldiers, sailors and marines, I sing a son-of-a-gun. Who also fit all through the war, a six- pounder ca-i-son. With shot and shell he made 'em yell, also the gunners cheer. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier, Chorus. With shot and shell he made 'em yell, also the gunners cheer. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Ho, soldiers, sailors and marines, the naval man I tip, Who sailed upon the briny deep and swum the Mississipp. He took his grog and spliced the log, as long as he could steer. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. Chorus. He took his grog and spliced the log, as long as he could steer. And that's the reason why he is a Loyal Legionier. 31 LIEUT. COM, M. S. STUYVESANT. HOME ON THE BRIGHT BLUE SEA. I'm Captain of a trim built ship, And of a gallant crew. Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho. And you shall learn to reef and steer, And box the compass, too. And you shall learn to reef and steer, And box the compass, too. So kiss the lass you love the best, Bid all your friends farewell. And of life upon the ocean Just take p. little spell. Just take a little spell. Then give three cheers for a sailor's life, A life that's bold, a life that's bold and free; Then give three cheers for a sailor's life, And our home, our home on the bright blue sea- Chorus. Then give three cheers for a sailor's life, A life that's bold, a life that's bold and free; Then give three cheers for a sailor's life. And our home, our home on the bright blue sea. When sailing on the ocean wide. All care we leave behind. Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho, Yo-ho. In every port a welcome glad The sailor's sure to find. In every port a welcome glad The sailor's sure to find. For every man will grasp your hand In friendship firm and true. And all the lasses love the lads That wear the jackets blue. That wear the jackets blue. Then give three cheers for a sailor's life, etc. Chorus — Then give three cheers, etc. 32 CHAS. B. SUDBOROUGH. ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, O Lord, hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call. For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall. And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And calm and peaceful is my sleep. Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And such the trust that still were mine, Tho' stormy winds swept o'er the brine. Or though the tempest's fiery breath. Roused me from sleep to wreck and death, In ocean cave still safe with thee, The germ of imm.ortality. And calm and peaceful is my sleep. Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. 33 I LIEUT. LOYD G. HARRIS. THE OLD BRIGADE. By Lieut. Lovd G. Harris. Oh, the days of long ago, When standing side by side, In serried ranks, the Old Brigade, Where heroes fought and died. Chorus. The Old Brigade, the Old Brigade, Thj' name shall live in story; 'Till stars shall of their brightness fade. Time will not dim thy glory. Cho. On that fierce day at Groveton, Alas! how heroes fell; Gettysburg, Antietam, 'Twas then that blood did tell. Cho. Feats of valor, flags unfurled. Their record grand was made; None other since the world began, Surpassed the Old Brigade. Cho. 34 MAJOR CHAS. E. PF.ARCE. THE CANTEEN. By "Miles O'Reilly." There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, And true-lover's knot, I ween; The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss, But there's never a bond, old friend, like this. We have drunk from the same canteen. The same canteen, my soldier friend, The same canteen; There's never a bond like this. We have drunk from the same canteen. It was sometimes water and sometimes milk, And sometimes apple-jack, fine as silk; But whatever the tipple has been, We shared it together, in bane or in bliss. And I warm to you, friend, when I think of this. We have drunk from the same canteen. Cho. The rich and the great sit down to dine. And they quaff to each other in sparkling wine, From glasses of crystal and green; But I guess in their golden potations they m-iss The warmth of regard we find in this. We have drunk from the same canteen. Cho. 35 We have shared our blankets and tents together, And have marched and fought, in all kinds of weather. And hungry and full we have been; Had days of battle and days of rest, But this memory I cling to and love the best. We have drunk from the same canteen. Cho. For when wounded I lay on the outer slope. With my blood flowing fast and but little hope Upon which my faint spirit could lean; Oh! then, I remember, you crawled to my side, And, bleeding so fast, it seemed both must have died. We drank from the same canteen. Cho. GOOD NIGHT, LADIES. Good night, ladies! good night, ladies! Good night, ladies! we're going to leave you now. Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along. Merrily we roll along, over the deep blue sea! 36 DAT WATER-MILLION. Presented to the Singing School by Gen. John Gibbon. Oh, see dat water-million, a smilin' fro' de fence, How I wish dat water-million it was mine. Oh, de white folks mus' be foolish, dey need a heap ob sense, Or dey'd nebber leave it dar upon de vine. Chorus. Oh. de ham-bone am sweet, an' de bacon am good, An' de possum fat am berry, berry fine, But gib me, yes, gib me, oh how I wish you would, Dat water-million growin' on de vine. You may talk about de peaches, de apples an' de pears. And de 'simmons hangin' on de 'simmon tree. But, bless my heart, my honey, dat truck it ain't nowhere's. Oh, de water-million am de fruit for me. When de dew-drops dey is fallin', dat million's gwine to cool. An' I know den it will eat most awful fine. So I's gwine to come and fetch it, or else I is a fool. If I leaves it dar a smilin' on de vine. Some day I's gwine to glory, whar de good old darkies go. An' wear a crown a shinin' like a star. I'll sit down by de ribber, an' eat forever mo' Dem millions wid de angels over dar. 37 LIEUT. J. C. PARKER. BENNY HAVENS, O! Come fill your glasses, comrades, And stand up in a row, For to singing sentimentally We're going for to go. In the army there's sobriety, Promotion's very slow, So we'll sigh our reminiscences Of Benny Havens, O! Chorus. Of Benny Havens, O! Of Benny Havens, O! We'll sigh our reminiscences Of Benny Havens, O! 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! Cho. We'll cherish in our mem'ry green. The gallant Sedgwick's name. He's wearing now the fadeless wreath Of imperishable fame; He'll waken when the reveille. Shall summon friend and foe. To everlasting brotherhood W^ith Benny Havens, O! Cho. 38 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'll, hand in hand, by Reynolds stand. With Benny Havens, O! Cho. While gathered at the festive board, To McPherson, honor be; The army of the Cumberland And of the Tennessee, The broad Potomac, with their flood. Unite in loving flow, A mighty tide of comradeship. With Benny Havens, O! Cho. DIXIE. I wish I was in de land ob cotton. Old times dar am not forgotten; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! In Dixie Land whar I was born in. Early on one frosty mornin'; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Chorus. Den I wish I was in Dixie! hooray! hooray! In Dixie Land I'll took my stand, to lib and die in Dixie! Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Old missus marry "Will-de-weaber," Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! But, when he put his arm aroun' 'er, He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie! etc. 39 His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, But dat did not seem to greab 'er; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Old missus acted de foolish part, And died for a man that broke her heart; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie! etc. Now here's a health to the next old missus. And all de gals dat want to kiss us; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! But, if you want to drive 'way sorrow, Come and hear dis song to-morrow; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie! etc. Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Ingen batter. Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble, To Dixie's Land I'm bound to trabble; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! Chorus — Den 1 wish I was in Dixie! etc. 40 SURGEON R. J. HILL. I'SE GWINE BACK TO DIXIE. I'se gwine back to Dixie, No more I'se 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'se gwine back to Dixie, I'se gwine back to Dixie, I'se gwine where the orange blossoms grow. For I he?r 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. Cho. I'm trav'ling 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. Cho. 41 KINGDOM COMING. Say, darkies, hab you seen old massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Go 'long de road some time dis mornin'. Like he gwine to leab de place? He seen a smoke, way up de ribber, Where de Linkum gunboats lay; He took his hat, an' lef berry sudden, An' I spec he's run away! Chorus. De massa run! Ha, ha! De darky stay! Ho, ho! It mus' be now de kingdom comin', An' de year ob Jubilo! He six foot one way, four foot tudder. An' he way tree hundred pound; His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor A41' it won't go half way round. He drill so much, dey call him Cap'n; An' he get so drefful tann'd, I spec he try an' fool dem Yankees For to tink he's contraband. Chorus — De massa run! etc. De darkies feel so lonesome libbing In de log house on de lawn, Dey move dar tings to massa's parlor For to keep it while he's gone. Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, An' de darkies dey'll hab some; I spoce dey'll all be confiscated, When de Linkum sojers come. Chorus — De massa run! etc. De oberseer he make us trouble, An' he dribe us round a spell; We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, Wid de key trown down de well. De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken. But de massa'll hab his pay; He's ole enough, big enough, ought to know better, Dan to went an' run away. Chorus — De massa run! etc. 42 SUWANEE RIVER. 'Way down upon the Suwanee ribber, far, far away, Dere's wha' my heart is turning eber, dere's wha' de old folks stay. All up and down the 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, ebery- where I roam, O, 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, t?ke me to my kind old mudder, dere let me live and die. Cho. 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 he?>r de banjo tumming, down in my good old home? Cho. 43 MAJOR AMOS M. THAYER. MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME. The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home. 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roil on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright; By'n by Hard Times comes a-knocking at the door: Then, my old Kentucky home, good- night! Chorus. Weep no more, my lady! Oh, weep no more to-day! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home. For our old Kentucky home far away. They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon On the meadow, the hill and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, 44 On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by, Hke a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part; Then, my old Kentucky home, good- night! Chorus — Weep no more, etc. The head must bow and the back will bend. Wherever the darky may go; A few more days, and the trouble all will end In the fields where the sugar canes grow; A few more days for to tote the weary load — No matter, 'twill never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road; Then, my old Kentucky home, good- night! Chorus — Weep no more, etc. 45 COL. JAS. O. CHURCHILL. 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 tam- borine, And for rattling ob de bones he was de greatest eber seen In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, In the Louisiana lowlands low. Repeat. One night old 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 darky tall and grim. So Pompey laid de banjo down to break de darky's shin. Cho. Says he, "Old chap, just move along, or else I'll spile your face!" But de darky didn't care a straw nor stir from out his place; So Pompey lowered his wooly head and gave him a blow — cachunk! But for once be made a sad mistake — 'twas nothing but a stump, Cho. The stump it proved a little hard — too hard for Pompey's wool. For when he struck, the hickory knot went through the darky's skull. Wid his banjo lying by his side, they found poor Pompey dead — De fust nigger eber known to die by de breaking of his head. Cho. 46 LIEUT. COLONEL GEO. D. REYNOLDS. KEEP IN DE MIDDLE OB DE ROAD. I hear dem angels calling loud, Keep in de middle ob de road; Dey're a-waiting in dar in a great big crowd, Keep in de middle ob de road. I see dem stand 'round de big white gate, We must trabble along 'fore we get too late, For 'taint no use to sit down and wait; Keep in de middle of de road. Chorus. Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road. Don't you Look to de right, don't you look to de left, But keep in de middle ob de road. Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road. Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, Don't you Look to de right, don't you look to de left, But keep in de middle ob de road. Dis world am full ob sinful things, Keep in de middle ob de road. When de feet gets tired put on de wings. Keep in de middle ob de road. If you lay down on de road to die, And you watch dem angels in de sky, You can put on your wings, and git up and fly; Keep in de middle ob de road. Chorus — Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, etc. 47 I ain't got time for to stop and talk, Keep in de middle ob de road. Kase de road ?m rough and its hard to walk, Keep in de middle ob de road. Just fix your eyes on de golden stair. And keep on gwine 'till you git dere; You're head am bound a crown for to wear, Keep in de middle ob de road. Chorus — Den, children, keep in de middle ob de road, etc. GO DOWN, MOSES. When Israel was in Egypt's land; Let my people go, Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let my people go. Go down, Moses, Way down in Egypt land. Tell ole Pharaoh, Let my people go. Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my people go; If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go. Cho. When Israel out of Egypt came, Let my people go; And left the proud oppressors' land. Let my people go. Cho. 'Twas good old Moses and Aaron, too. Let my people go; 'Twas they that led the armies through, Let my people go. Cho, The Lord told Moses what to do, Let my people go; To lead the children of Israel through, Let my people go. Cho. As Israel stood by the water side. Let my people go; At the comimand of God it did divide. Let my people go. Cho. When they had reached the other shore, Let my people go; They sang a song of triumph o'er. Let my people go. Cho. 48 DRINKING SONG. Words by Eugene Field. Music by E. V. McIntyre. Come, brothers, share the fellowship we celebrate to-night, There's grace of song on every lip, and every heart is light; But first before our mentor chimes the hour of jubilee, Let's drink the health of good old times and good times yet to be. Chorus. Clink, clink, clink, merrily let us drink, There's store of wealth and more of health in every glass we think, Clink, clink, clink, merrily let us drink, There's fellowship in every sip of friend- ships brew we think. And you, oh friends, from west and east, and other foreign parts. Come share the rapture of our feast, the love of loyal hearts, And in the wassail that suspends all matters burthen-some. We'll drink a health to good old friends and good friends yet to come. Chorus. Clink, clink, clink, merrily let us drink. There's store of wealth and more of health in every glass we think. Clink, clink, clink, merrily let us drink, There's fellowship in every sip of friend- ships brew we think. 49 MAJOR H. L. MORRILL. HEAR DEM BELLS. We goes to church in de early morn, When de birds am singin' on de trees; Sometimes dese close am werry much worn, But we wears dem out at de knees; At night, when de moon am a-shinin' bright, And de clouds hab passed away, Dem bells keep a-ringin' for de Gospel fight Dat will last till de judgment day. Chorus. Hear dem bells; don't you hear dem bells? Dey's a-ringin' out de glory ob de lamb; Hear dem bells; don't you hear dem bells? Dey's a-ringin' out de glory ob de lamb. De church am old and de benches worn, De Bible am a-gittin' hard to read, But de spirit am dar, as sure as you're born, Which is all de comfort we need; We sing and shout wid all our might, To keep away de cold; Dem bells keep a-ringin' out de Gospel light Till de story of de lamb am told. Chorus — Hear dem bells, etc. All day we work in de cotton and de corn, Wid feet and hands so sore, A prayin' for Gabriel to blow his horn, So we don't have to work no more. I hear dem chariots comin' dis way, An' I know dey's comin' for me, So ring dem bells till de judgment day. An' de land dat I'se gwine for to see. 50 WE ARE THE BOYS. 'Twas side by side as comrades dear, In dark days long ago, We fought the fight without a fear, And rendered blow for blow. In battle, march, or prison pen, Each unto each was true. As beardless boys become strong men. And brav'd the long war thro'. Chorus. We are the boys, the gay old boys. Who marched in sixty-one; We'll ne'er forget old times, my boys, When you and I were young. And tho' thro' 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, etc. What if grim age creeps on apace. Our souls shall not grow old. But v/e 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 firmly clasp hand unto hand. And comradeship renew. Chorus — We are the boys, etc. THE REGULAR ARMY, O! Three years ago, this very day, we went to Governor's Isle For to stand forninst the cannon, in true military style; Siventeen American dollars each month we surely get For to carry a gun and bagnet with a regi- mental 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. 51 Oh, we puckered up our courage, with 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 Regular Army, O! Chorus — There was Sergeant John Mc-Caf- fe-ry, etc. We've corns upon our heels, my boys, and bunions on our toes; While lugging a gun in the red-hot sun puts freckles upon our nose. England has its Gren-a-diers, France has its Zoo-zoos, The U. S. A. never changes, they say, but continually wear the blues. When we are out upon parade, we must have our muskets bright, Or they'll 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, etc. 52 THADDY O'BRIEN. By Captain W. R. Hodges. Air : Ta-ra-ra Boom de ay. Thaddy O'Brien was a sergeant gay, In the U. S. Calvary; The fresh recruit would often say, "I earnestly long to see the day. When 'neath the sod he's put to stay. That son-of-a-gun from Dublin Bay, That sergeant with the 'suparior' way, My life's a burden every day." Chorus. Ta-ra-ra Boom de ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom de ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom de ay, Ta-ra-ra Boom de ay. Too long were the trousers by a span. The recruit received from Uncle Sam, The sergeant bawls as loud as he can, "Go and let out yer suspinders, man!" The hat he drew was much too small. And failed to stay on his head at all, "Stretch it, ye spalpeen!" Thaddy would call, "Ye'll niver be a throoper at all!" Cho. Now Michael Flynn, a soger bold. At the bivouac fire this dream once told, "I thought I was dead, to the gates of gold Me spirit flew like the saints of old. They opened the dure and in I wint, St. Peter didn't ask for a squint. At me discharge from the rigimint, Or where I had served, divil a hint. Cho. "An Irish angel tuk me in hand To show the sights of that beautiful land. He'd been a soger wid plenty of sand. Killed by the divils of Sittin' Bull's band,— The first thing he said — I thought he was lying— 'Of coorse ye'd loike to meet Sergeant O'Brien, Ye'll find him in there wid other galoots, Ishooin halos to the recroots.' Cho. "In the ortherly room a blazin' wid light Was Thaddy O'Brien, a beautiful sight, A corpral to help on the left and the right Ishooin halos in a manner polite. He handed me mine, I saw 'twas too small, I gave it him back and Thaddy did bawl In a voice so terrific 'twas a terror to all, 'Stretch it, ye blackguard, or have none at all!'" Cho. 53 BABYLON IS FALLEN. Don't you see de black clouds Rising ober yonder, Whar de massa's ole plantation am? Nebber you be frightened, Dem is only darkies. Come to jine and fight for Uncle Sam. Chorus. Look out d?-r, now! We's a-gwine to shoot! Look out dar — don't you understand! Babylon is fallen! Babylon is fallen! And we's a-gwine to occupy de land. Don't you see de lightin' Flashing in de cane-brake. Like as if we gwine to hab a storm? No, you is mistaken; 'Tis de darkies' bay'nets An' de buttons on dar uniform. Cho. Way up in de cornfield, Whar you hear de tunder, Dar is our ole forty-pounder gun; When de shells are missin' Den we load wid punkins — All de same to make de rebels run. Cho, Massa w?-s de Kernel In de rebel army Eber since he went an' run away; But his lubly darkies Dey has been a-watchin' An' dey take him pris'ner tudder day. Cho. We will be de msssa. He will be de servant — Try him how he like it for a spell; So we crack de butt'nuts, So we take de kernel, So de cannon carry back de shell. Cho. 54 DEM GOLDEN SLIPPERS. Oh, my golden slippers am laid away, Kase I don't spect to wear 'em till my weddin' day. An' my long-tail'd ccat, dat I love so well, I will wear up in de chariot in de morn; An' my long white robe dat I bought last June, I'm gwine to get changed, kase it fits too soon, An' de ole gray horse dat I used to drive I will hitch UD to de chariot in de morn. Chorus. Oh, dem golden slippers! oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I'm gwine to wear, be- kase dey look so neat; Oh, dem golden slippers! oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear, to walk de golden street. Oh, my ole banjo hangs on the wall, Kase it ain't been tuned since way last fall, But de darks ?.ll say we will hab a good time When we ride up in de chariot in de morn. Dar's ole Brudder Ben and Sister Luce, Dey will telegraph de news to Uncle Bacco Juice; What a great camp-meetin' dar will be dat day. When we ride up in de chariot in de morn. Chorus — Oh, dem golden slippers, etc. So, it's good-by, children; I will have to go Whar de rain don't fall or der wind don't blow; An' yer ulster coats, why yer will not need When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn; But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean. An' yer souls just free from all dat's mean, An' yer white kid gloves yer will have to wear When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn. Chorus — Oh, dem golden slippers, etc. 55 IN THE MORNING BY THE BRIGHT LIGHT. My old massa promised me — Chirren, chil'ren, won't you follow me? That when he died he'd set me free. Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! Chorus. In the morning, in the morning by the bright light, When Gabriel blows his trumpet in the morning. (Repeat.) I went to de ribber, and I couldn't get across, Chil'ren, chil'ren, won't you follow me? I jumped on a nigger, and I thought it was a boss. Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! Cho. What kind of shoes do de angels wear? Chil'ren, chil'ren, won't you follow me? Don't wear any, for dey walk upon de air. Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! Cho. I was out in the garden, picking peas; Chil'ren, chil'ren, won't you follow me? I thought I heard a chicken sneeze. Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! Cho. Bullfrog sitting on the railroad track, Chil'ren, chil'ren, won't you follow me? Picking his teeth with a carpet tack. Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! Cho. 56 THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. By the flow of the inland river, V/hence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go. Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe. Chorus. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses the blue, Under the Hlies the gray. So, with an equal splendor. The morning sun rays fall, With a touch impartially tender On the blossoms blooming for all; So sadly, but not with upbraiding. The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading. No braver battle was won. Chorus. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms the blue. Under the garlands the gray. So, when the summer calleth. On forest and field of grain. With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain; No more shall the war cry sever. Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead. Chorus. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the blue. Tears and love for the gray, 57 MAJOR J. G. BUTLER. 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! Kase 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! Etc., etc. How d'ye know dat dat is 'Lijah? Etc., etc. Kase I seed him in his chariot. Etc., etc. Bress de Lord, I'se gwine to glory! Etc., etc. How d'ye know dat ye's gwine to glory? Etc., etc. Kase I feels it in my bones. Etc., etc. 58 LIEITT. GEN. S. B. M. YOUNG. GO 'WAY, OLE MAN. I'll build me a little house, on the mountain so high, And gaze on my true love, as she do pass by. Chorus. Go 'way ole man, and let me alone. For I am a stranger, and a long way from home. (Repeat.) And she do look sweet, like de rose on de vine, Lord love dat lub-ly lady, what dwells in my mind. Cho. Her eyes sparkle like a diamond, like a bright mornin' star, Her cheeks are so lub-ly, her face is so fair. Cho. S'posin' I was to go to New Orleans, and take sick and die. Like flies in de country, my spirit would fly. Cho. Come back here to me, while de pumpkins am in bloom. And de hummin' birds am a singin' in de bright day of June. Cho. 59 OLD SHADY. Yah! yah! yah! come laugh wid me; De white folks say Old Shady am free; I 'spect de year of ju-bi-lee Am a-coming, am a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Chorus, Den away! den away! I can't stay here no longer; Den away! den away! for I am going home. Den away! den away! for I can't stay here no longer, Den away! den away! for I am going home. Good-by, Massa Jeff. Good-by, Massa Stephens. 'Souse dis niggah for takin' his leavin's; I 'spect by-and-by you'll see Uncle Abraham A-coming, a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Cho. Good-by, hard work widout any pay; I'se going up North, where de white folks say Dat white wheat bread and a dollar a day Am a-coming, am a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Cho. Get up, old Sambo, and blow de horn. Don't you see de dust raising ober de corn? Dat's Sherman's Bummers, sure's I'm born, A-coming, a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Cho. Oh! I'se got a wife an' a nice little baby. Way up North in the Lower Canady; Won't they shout when they see Old Shady A-coming, a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Cho. Oh! here's to General Grant, de brave and true! He captured Vicksburg and Richmond, too; He made de rebels think de very devil in blue Was a-coming, was a-coming. Hail! mighty day. Cho, 60 MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB. Gen. H. C. King. Air : " Rally Round the Flag." Mary had a little lamb; 'Twas always on the go, Cho. — Shouting the battle-cry of freedom; So she staked it on the grassy slope Along the Shenando', Cho. — Shouting the battle-cry of freedom; Full Chorus. Hurrah! for the Mary; hurrah! for the lamb; Hurrah! for the sojers, who didn't care a (ahem!) And we'll rally round the flag, boys; we'll rally once again. Shouting the battle-cry of freedom! And frequently she turned it loose, Upon the bank to play. Cho. The soldiers eyed it from the shore In a kleptomaniac way. Cho. "What makes the men love mutton so?" The colonel he did cry. Cho. '"Cause mutton makes the whiskers grow," The sojers did reply. Cho. It swam across the Shenando'; Our pickets saw it, too; Cho. And speedily it simmered down Into a mutton stew. Cho. And Mary never more did see Her darling little lamb, Cho. For the boys in blue they "chawed" it up, And didn't care a . Cho. ALL SHOUT FOR MISSOURI. By Lieut. Loyd G. Harris. Missouri am a gran' ole State, All shout for Missouri. Illinois, her running mate. We're a happy band, We'se got de climate an' de land, All shout for Missouri. An' we am all a happy band, We'se a happy band. 61 Chorus. Sing on, sing on, sing on, all shout for Missouri; Sing on, sing on, she's a happy land. Sing on, sing on, sing on, all shout for Missouri; Sing on, sing on, she's a happy land. St. Louis ?m a solid town, All shout for Missouri. Always got ole hard times down. We're a happy band. St. Louis gals am hard to beat, All shout for Missouri. Dress so well an' look so neat. Chorus — Sing on, sing on, etc. WHEN THEY RING THE GOLDEN BELLS FOR YOU AND ME. There's a land beyond the river That we c?.ll the sweet forever, And we only reach that shore by faith's decree. One by one we'll gain the portals. There to dwell with the immortals. When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Chorus. Don't you hear the bells now ringing? Don't you hear the angels singing? 'Tis the glory hal-le-lu-jah jubilee. In that far off sweet forever, just beside the shining river. Where they ring the golden bells for you and me. We shall know no sin nor sorrow In that haven of to-morrow, When our barque shall sail beyond the silver sea; We shall only know the blessings Of our Father's sweet caressings. When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Chorus. When our days shall know their number, When in death we sweetly slumber; When our King commands the spirit to be free; Never more by anguish laden. We shall reach that lovely aiden. When they ring the golden bells for you and me. 62 1 MEDLEY No. i. 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 ud at all. It's a way we have in the army, a way we have in the army; 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, to drive dull care away. Oh, Aunt Jemimy! Oh, Aunt Jemimy! Oh, Aunt Jemimy! oh, ho, oh! Oh, Aunt Jemimy! Oh, Aunt Jemimy! Oh, Aunt Jemimy! oh, ho, oh! The noble Duke of York had ten thousand men. He marched 'em up the hill and marched 'em down again. For when you're up you're up, and when you're down, you're down, But when you're only half way up, you're neither up nor down. 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 soger is the Loyal Legionier. The Loyal, Loyal, Loyal, Loyal Legionier, The Loyal, Loyal, Loyal, Loyal Legionier, He takes a drink when he is asked. 63 CAPTAIN GEO. T. CRAM. JOHN MORGAN. John Morgan's at your stable door; Where's your mule? oh, where's your mule? John Morgan's at your stable door; Where's your mule? oh, where's your mule? You'll never see that mule no more — He'll 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'll come again, some other day. There's your mule! oh, there's your mule! The mule is back, we hear his bray, John Morgan's gone, and gone to stay The country's safe, hooray! hooray!! Here's your mule! oh, here's your mule! For him we've naught but words of praise, This relic of our war-time days, To him. a monument we'll raise, There's your mule! oh, there's your mule! 64 MEERSCHAUM PIPE. Oh! who will smoke my meerschaum pipe! Meerschaum pipe! Oh! who will smoke my meerschaum pipe! Meerschaum pipe! Oh! who will smoke my meerschaum pipe! 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! Green umbrella! Oh! who will use my green umbrella! Green umbrella! Oh! who will use my green umbrella! Green umbrella! When I am far away? Chorus — Allie-Bazoo, etc. Oh! who will go to see my girl! See my girl! Oh! who will go to see my girl! See my girl! Oh! who will go to see my girl! See my girl! When I am far away? Chorus — Allie-Bazoo, etc. Oh! who will kiss her ruby lips! Ruby lips! Oh! who will kiss her ruby lips! Ruby lips! Oh! who will kiss her ruby lips! Ruby lips! When I am far away? Chorus. Some other man! Some other man! From Kal-a-ma-zoo in Mich-i-gan! Bad man! 65 ILLINOIS. Words by C. H. Chamberlain. Air : " Baby Mine." By thy rivers gently flowing, Illinois, Illinois. O'er thy prairies verdant growing, Illinois, Illinois, Comes an echo on the breeze, rustling thro^ the leafy trees. And its mellow tones are these, Illinois, Illinois, And its mellow tones are these, Illinois. From a wilderness of prairies, Illinois, Illinois, Straight thy way and never varies, Illinois, Illinois; Till upon the inland sea, stands thy great commercial tree. Turning all the world to thee, Illinois, Illinois, Turning all the world to thee, Illinois. When your country heard you calling, Illinois, Illinois, Where the shot and shell were falling, Illinois, Illinois; When the Southern host withdrew, pitting gray against the blue. There were none more brave than you, Illinois, Illinois, There were none more brave than you, Illinois. Not without thy wondrous story, Illinois, Illinois, Can be writ the nation's glory, Illinois, Illinois; On the record of the years, Abram Lincoln's name appears. Grant and Logan and our tears, Illinois, Illinois, Grant and Logan and our tears, Illinois. 66 THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollections presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood. And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it; The bridge, and the rock where the cat- aract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it; And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure — For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure — The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell! Then soon, with the emblem of truth over- flowing. And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well! 67 JOE BOWERS— THE WARRIOR. By Capt. W. R. Hodges. My name it is Joe Bowers, I've got a brother Ike, I came from old Missouri, all the way from Pike, If you'll listen to my story, I'll tell you every one How I went into the army in eighteen sixty-one. I then did love a gal thar, they called her Sally Black, I asked her if she'd have me, and this she answered back: "You know I'm for the Union, for the Union to a man, Go jine the Eighth Missouri, and win me if you can." Said I, "My dearest Sally, for you I'll to the wars, I'll jine the Eighth Missouri and down the Stars and Bars." Said she to me, "Joe Bowers, your cause you'll surely win; Here's a kiss to bind the bargain," she threw a dozen in. Now when we reached Fort Henry, a shell burst o'er my head, I had such awful feelins, thinks I, "I'm surely dead," But the thought of my dear Sally soon made them feelins git, "'Twill never do, Joe Bowers," so I waded in and fit. At Donelson and Shiloh, on Vicksburg's bloody heights, We had with them same Johnnies the toughest kind of fights, And when the war was over, and we thought our folks to see. Said I, "I've won my Sally, that's good enough for me." 68 Now Sal and I are gray, boys, and we have a youngster Ike, And he hails from old Missouri, all the way from Pike, And he is in the army, as his daddy used to be, A fighting for Old Glory, as we did — you and me. And them old Johnny Rebs, boys, who went with Price from Pike, Their sons are in the regiment along with my boy, Ike, As loyal, true and brave, boys, as any in the land; They come from fighting stock, boys, just chock full up of sand. People talk about expansion — that don't bother you and me — Increasing of the army, and ships upon the sea; We've got a great big nation, with a des- tiny to fill; Let's stand by Uncle Samuel, and do it with a will. Repeat the last two lines of each verse as chorus. 69 PAT McCANN. O, Pat McCann, in love he fell, Wid Judy O'Flynn, the Doublin Belle, And Judy loved Pat, (chorus) and both his brothers. And Mike McGinness and twinty others. And Pat McCann, he up and swore He'd stand none of this troifling more; Nor only Pat, (chorus) but both his brothers, And Mike McGinness and twinty others. And Judy O'Flynn, she said that she ?Iad never seen men so contrairee. As Pat McCann, and (chorus) both his brothers. And Mike McGinness and twinty others. And Pat McCann grew wan and thin. All for the love of Judy O'Flynn, Nor only Pat, but (chorus) both his brothers, And Mike McGinness and twinty others. And Pat McCann he took to dhrink, And shtood one night on the river's brink. And in he plunged wid (chorus) both his brothers. And Mike McGinness and twinty others. And Judy O'Flynn of all bereft. Now often thinks — alone she's left — Of Pat McCann, and (chorus) both his brothers. And Mike McGinness and twinty others. Enough of woe and miseree; We'll drop the rag on this tragadee, Wid a tear for Pat, (chorus) and both his brothers. And Mike McGinness and twinty others. 70 'TWAS OFF THE BLUE CANARIES. 'Twas off the blue Canary Isles, a glorious summer day, I sat upon the quarter deck, and whiffed my cares away; And as the volumed smoke arose, like in- cense in the air, I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth, it was my last cigar. Chorus. It was my last cigar, it was my last cigar, I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth, it was my last cigsr. I leaned upon the quarter rail, and looked down in the sea; E'en there the purple wreath of smoke was curling gracefully. Oh! what had I at such a time to do with wasting care? Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed, it was my last cigar. Chorus — It was my last cigar, etc. I watched the ashes as it came, fast draw- ing towards the end; I watched it as a friend would watch beside a dying friend; But still the flam.e crept slowly on; it van- ished into air: I threw it from m.e; spare the tale — it was my last cigar. Chorus — It wcs m-y last cigar, etc. 71 T. M. WEBSTER. 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, oh. By, baby, by, oh, By, baby, by, oh, 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 the music keep. Good by, my lover, good by. Chorus — By, baby, etc. I'll sing this song, I'll sing no more, Good by, my lover, good by; I'm off to-day for a foreign shore, Good by, my lover, good by. Chorus — By, baby, etc. Yes, I'll steer my bark to the evergreen shore. Good by, my lover, good by; We'll take one drink, we'll take no more, Good by, my lover, good by. Chorus — By, baby, etc. 72 COL. CHARLES S. HILLS. OLD NOAH, HE DID BUILD AN ARK. Old Noah, he did build an ark, he did he did. Old Noah, he did build an ark, he did he did. Old Noah, he did build an ark, And covered it over with hickory bark, And they all went into the ark For to keep out of the rain. And they all went into the ark For to keep out of the rain. He marched the animals two by two, he did, he did. He marched the animals two by two, he did, he did. He marched the anim?.ls two by two, The elephant and the kangaroo. And they all went into the ark For to keep out of the rain. And they all went into the ark For to keep out of the rain. He marched the animals three by three, he did, he did. He marched the animals three by three, he did, he did. He marched the animals three by three, The giraffe and the festive flea. And they all went into the ark For to get out of the rain. And they all went into the ark For to get out of the rain. He marched the animals four by four, he did, he did. He marched the animals four by four, he did, he did. He marched the animals four by four. But the hippopotamus stuck in the door. And they all went into the ark For to get out of the rain. And they all went into the ark For to get out of the rain. LIEUT. COL. GEORGE ROBINSON, CHAPLAIN U. S. ARMY. THERE'S MUSIC IN THE AIR. There's music in the air when the infant morn is nigh, And faint its blush is seen on the bright and laughing sky; Many a harp's ecstatic sound, with its thrill of joy profound. While we list enchanted there to the music in the air. There's music in the air when the noon- tide's sultry beam Reflects a golden light on the distant moun- tain stream; When beneath some grateful shade, sor- row's aching head is laid. Sweetly to the spirit there comes the music in the air. There's music in the air when the twilight's gentle sigh Is lost on evening's breast, as its pensive beauties die; Then, oh! then, the loved ones gone wake the pure celestial song; Angel voices greet us there, in the music in the air. 74 COL J. F HOW. OLD BLACK JOE. Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land, I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." Chorus. I'se coming, I'se coming. For my head is bending low; I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends come not again ? Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." Cho. 75 MAJOR H. D. WOOD. DARKIES ON THE LEVEE. We are two happy darkies, from the sunny South we came. Oh, glory halle-lu-jah! We used to hoe de corn and plant de sugar cane, Oh, rocky my soul! Chorus. Then come along wid me, come along wid m.e; Shine on! shine on, my soul am gwine to jine de band! Shine on! shine on, my soul am gwine to jine de band! My ole missus promised me, oh, glory halle-lu-jah! When she died she'd set me free, oh, rocky my soul! She lived so long dat her head got bal', oh, glory halle-lu-jah! We darkies didn't think she'd die at all, oh, rocky my soul! Chorus — Then come along wid me, etc. My ole massa lived in clover, oh, glory halle-lu-jah! When he died, he died all over, oh, rocky my soul! He rolled his eyes an' took a long breff, oh, glory halle-lu-jah! And skeered us darkies half to deff, oh, rocky my soul! Chorus — Then come along wid me, etc. 7b LIEUT. CHAS. H. GLEASON. BLACK BRIGADE. Bar's someting wrong a-brewin', Gwine to jine de Tjnion! Dar's someting wrong a-brewin', Heigho! Heigho! We're on de brink ob ruin, Gwine to jine de Union! Aha! aha! de boys from Linkum Land! Chorus. Den harness up de mule. Be careful how ye whip; An' mind your eye — Sam Johnson am de Jigadier Brindle, We're de Black Brigade. Why don't you let her rip? Mind your eye, Sam Johnson am de man. We am de snolly-gosters, Gwine to jine de Union! We am de snolly-gosters, Heigho! We go! An' Jim lubs ribber oysters, Gwine to jine de Union! Aha! aha! de boys from Linkum Land! Chorus — Den harness up de mule, etc. We'se gwine to fight de South, O! Gwine to jine de Union! We'se gwine to fight de South, O! Heigho! Heigho! All by de word ob de mouth, O! Gwine to jine de Union! Aha! aha! de boys from Linkum Land! Chorus — Den harness up de mule, etc. 77 n DOWN WENT McGINTY. Sunday morning, just at nine, Dan McGinty dressed so fine, Stood looking at a very high stone wall, When his young friend Pat McCann, says, "I'll bet five dollars, Dan, That I'll carry you to the top without a fall." On his shoulders he took Dan, to climb the ladder he began. And he soon began to reach up near the top. When McGinty, cute old rogue, to win the five dollars he did let go. Without thinking just how far he'd have to drop. Chorus. Down went McGinty to the bottom of the wall, Although he won the five, he was more dead than alive, Sure, his ribs and nose and back were broke from getting such a fall. Dressed in his best suit of clothes. From, the hospital Dan went home, when they fixed his broken bones. To find he was the father of a child; So to celebrate it right, his friends he did invite. And soon was drinking whiskey fast and wild. Then he waddled down the street, in his Sunday suit so neat. Holding up his head so high as John the Great, But in the sidewalk was a hole, to receive a ton of co?l. Which McGinty did not see until too late. Chorus. Down went McGinty to the bottom of the hole. Then the driver of the cart gave the load of coal a start. And it took us half an hour to dig McGinty from the coal, Dressed in his best suit of clothes. 78 Then McGinty raved and swore, about his clothes he felt so sore, And an oath he took he'd kill that man or die; So he tightly grabbed his stick, and hit the man a lick, And raised a little shanty on his eye. Two policemen saw the fuss, and they soon joined in the muss, And ran McGinty in for being drunk; And the judge said with a smile, "We'll keep you for awhile. In a cell to sleep upon a prison bunk." Chorus. Down went McGintj'' to the bottom of the jail, Where his board would cost him nix, and he stayed exactly six; They were six long months he stopped, for no one went his bail. Dressed in his best suit of clothes. Now McGinty thin and pale, one fine day got out of jail, And with joy to see his boy was nearly wild; To his home he quickly ran, to see his wife Bedalia Ann, But she skipped away and took along the child;' Then he gave up in despair, and madly pulled his hair. As he stood one day upon the river shore, Knowing well he couldn't swim, he foolishly jumped in, Although water he had never took before. Chorus. Down went McGinty to the bottom of the say. And he must be very wet, for they haven't found him yet; But they say his ghost comes round the docks before the break of day, Dressed in his best suit of clothes. 79 NELLIE WAS A LADY. Down on the Mississippi floating, Long time I've trabbled o'er the way; All night de cottonwood I'se toting, Singing for true lub all the day. Chorus. Oh, Nellie was a lady, last night she died. Toll de bell for lubly Nell, my dark Virginia bride. Oh, Nellie was a lady, last night she died. Toll de bell for lubly Nell, my dark Virginia bride. Now I'se unhappy and I'se weeping, Can't tote de cottonwood no more; Last night when Nellie was a sleeping, Death came a knocking at the door. Chorus. Nellie was a lady, she was, last night she died, she did. Toll the bell for lubly Nell, my dark Virginia bride, she was. Nellie was a lady, she was, last night she died, she did. Toll the bell for lubly Nell, my dark Virginia bride, she was. 80 THE MIDSHIPMITE. 'Twas a 'fifty-five, on a winter's night, Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! We'd got the Rooshan lines in sight, When up comes a little midshipmite, Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! "Who'll go ashore to-night," says he, "An' spike their guns along wi' me?" "Why, bless 'ee, sir, come along," says we. Chorus. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! With a long, long pull. An' a strong, strong pull. Gaily boys, on make her go. An' we'll drink to-night To the midshipmite. Singing cheerily, lads, yo ho! We launched the cutter and shoved her out, Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! The lubbers might ha' heard us shout. As the Middy cried, "Now, my lads, put about!" Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! We made for the guns an' we rammed 'em tight. But the musket shots came left and right. And down drops the poor little midshipmite. "I am done for now; good-by!" says he. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! "You'll make for the boat, never mind me!" "We'll take 'ee back, sir, or die!" says we. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! So we hoisted him in, in a terrible plight, And we pulled, ev'ry man with all his might. And we saved the poor little midshipmite. 81 SOLDIER'S SONG. Air: " Cooper's Cliorus." The days they pass, the years they go, 'tis our delight. To keep our voices ringing, in tuneful measure singing. And then our tr?. la la la turns back old time, hurrah! Tra la la la la la la la oi-o-he, Oi-o-ha, la la la la lala la la tra la la la tra la 1?. la! We think of long ago, when soldiering we did go. At reveille we'd hear, the drummer far and near. His drum he'd pound, and pound and pound, in all the cam^ps around. Bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti, bum-ti, bum-ti ra-pa-ta, Bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti, bum-ti, bum-ti bum. Therefore the soldier, of all men, he the happiest man can be. Therefore the soldier, of all men, he the happiest man can be. While time it flies our hearts are young, they should be so; What joys the years are bringing, what mem'ries to us clinging, Our merry tra la la la means happiness, hurrah! Tra la la la la la la la oi-o-he, Oi-o-ha, la la la la lala la la tra la la la tra la la la! We think of long ago, when soldiering we did go, At reveille we'd hear, the drummer far and near, His drum he'd pound, and pound and pound, in all the camps around. Bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti ra-pa-ta, bum-ti, bum-ti, bum-ti bum! Therefore the soldier, of all men, he the happiest man can be. Therefore the soldier, of all men, he the happiest man can be. 82 1 AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne? Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa ha'e run about the braes And pu't the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary foot Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. We twa ha'e paidl't i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till line; But seas between us braid ha'e roared Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. And here's a hand, my trusty friend, And gi'e's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak' a right guid willie-waught. For auld lang syne. Chorus — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. Chorus — For auld lang syne, my dear, etc. 83 CONTENTS. Page. America 5 Auld Lang Syne 83 All Shout for Missouri 61 Boys Will be Boys 14 Battle Hymn of the Republic 22 Battle Cry of Freedom 26 Benny Havens, Oh! 38 Babylon is Fallen 54 Black Brigade 77 Columbia 9 Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean 8 Carve Dat Possum 29 Dem Golden Slippers 55 Dat Waterniillion 37 Dixie 39 Drinking Song 49 Darkies on the Levee 76 Down Went McGinty 78 Good Night, Ladies , 36 Go Down, Moses 48 Go Way, Ole Man 59 Good Bye, My Lover, Good Bye 72 Home Again 28 Hear Dem Bells 50 Home on the Bright Blue Sea 32 I'se Gwine Back to Dixie 41 In the Louisiana Lowlands 46 In the Morning by the Bright Light 56 Illinois 66 John Brown's Body 23 John Morgan 64 Joe Bowers 68 Kingdom Coming 42 Keep in the Middle of de Koad 47 84 CONTENTS. Page. Mary Had a Little Lamb 61 Marching Through Georgia 11 My Own United States 19 My Old Kentucky Home 44 Meerschaum Pipe 65 Medley, No. 1 63 Nellie Was a Lady 80 Old Glory 21 Old Noah 58 Old Shady 60 Old Noah, He Did Build an Ark 73 Old Black Joe 75 Our Gallant Dandy Trooper 24 Pat McCann 70 Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 33 Sherman's March to the Sea 12 Sword of Bunker Hill 27 Soldiers Song 82 Suwanee River 43 The Star Spangled Banner 6 Tenting To-night 16 Tramp, Tramp, Tramp 18 The Flag of Our Union 20 The Loyal Legionier 30 The Old Brigade 34 The Canteen 35 The Regular Army, Oh ! 51 Thaddy O'Brien 53 The Old Oaken Bucket 67 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries 71 There's Music in the Air 74 The Midshipmite 81 The Blue and the Gray 57 Vive I'America 13 When Johnny Comes Marching Home 17 When They Ring the Golden Bells 62 We Are the Boys 51 85 IVU6 t6 1»05 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 012 196 583 5