PS nio H4G p : 1S)IM ^itffi ;-«K-^^^ VMVMiVVM^VVtVVfcVV^VVV^VVVVkVVwWvvVVVVVI.^ GiassP B 1^ V & Book, " .. . GHPgtaffi DEPOSIT. h*4 42&m&T* 9j?~X-*£ «Q > •• r»J ■v , CAMP SONGS FOR THE SOLDIER AND w& 0I fflttom BY Gen'l. WILLIAM H. HAYWARD. JL^-3^ " Let me write the Songs of a Nation, I care not who makes its Laws." BALTIMORE: PRINTED BY HENRY A. ROBINSON. 1864. \0 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by Henry A. Robinson, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Mary- land. PREFACE. This little Book of Songs and Poems, some of which were written years ago, and others since the commencement of the present Kebellion, with- out the intention of publication, is now issued, not for speculation nor to acquire fame as a writer, but simply to gratify the urgent and repeated solici- tations of a number of loyal friends, who have listened to many of them in the Concert Room, Hospital and Camp. We make no pretensions to being a poet, but have written merely for pastime and amusement, and to preserve in a crude manner, the remem- brance of many little incidents of loyalty and affection upon the battle-field, on the part of our brave boys, who are now offering their lives in defence of their Flag and the Flag of their Fathers. If these poor effusions, hastily written, should serve to while away the occasional tediousness of camp life, and smooth the front of grim visaged war, with a smile and a cheer, the writer will be fully compensated for his trouble. With regard to the loyal public, he would of course wish to have their good opinion, but as he does not write for pecuniary benefit, or claim any merit as a poet, as already remarked, he hopes the pen of criticism will not be directed against him. " Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by." W. H. H. CONTENTS. Page. The Patriot Ishmael Day . 7 The Union Forever - - 8 The Clipper's Union Ship . 9 Lincoln and Johnson are the Men - - 10 Uncle Sam Grant . 11 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! - - 13 JLadies of Baltimore . 25 The Flag with Thirty-Four Stars - . 27 The Unknown Soldier . 29 Be True to our Flag - - 30 Sixty-Ninth New York Volunteers - 31 Where is that Flag, Oh! Where - . - 33 The Noble C. S. A. . 34 Stand by our Dear Union - - 35 Soldier, Are you Hungry - 36 Ninth Maryland Volunteers - - 37 The Music of the Union . 39 Fourth of July Song - - 40 Our Country, Right or Wrong - 46 The She Rebels of Baltimore - - 47 Prayer for the Union - 49 Second Maryland - • 50 The Union Must and Shall be Preserved 53 General Lee ... - - 54 The Poor Conscript . 56 We will Fight for our Rights until Death - 57 Water ! Oh, Give Me a Drink . 60 Campaign Song - - - 61 Lincoln and Johnson . 62 Union League Song - - 63 Come on Boys, I have the Flag - 65 The Sleeveless Arm • - .66 McClellan's Grub All Safe . 67 Second Maryland Regiment - - 68 Lines to Hon. J. J. Crittenden . 70 6 Second Branch Baltimore City Council - - 71 Dixie .... - . 73 Our Native Land - - - - 74 Stand by the Union - - 76 The Stars in that Flag are All There . . -79 Ye Patriots of Columbia . - -. 80 We Know our Rights - - - 81 Baltimore City Lodge Anniversary - - 83 Be Loyal to your Country - - - 87 Union Song ... - - 88 The American Flag - - - 89 I Love my Native Land the Best - - 90 The Flag of Columbia - - - 91 Our Country, Right or Wrong - - 92 Emancipation Song - - - 92 The Union - - 93 The Union - . - 94 The Chicago Zouaves - - 95 The Baltimore Greys - - - 98 Bury Me in the Sunshine - - 101 Heaven, My Home - - - 102 Something 1 See, Mother - - 104 Young Men's Christian Association Hall - - 105 The Knights of Malta - - 107 Birthday of Burns - - - 109 Baltimore City Guards - - 113 Dedication of Red Men's Hall - . - 115 Druid Hill Park - . r . us Lines for a Lady's Album - . - 119 Burns - - - 120 Cadets of Temperance, Independent Section No 4 - 121 Pumps vs. Hydrants - - 129 Epitaph on a Young Soldier - - - 130 Address of Night Police - - 131 Address — Opening of Holliday Street Theatre - - 133 Trip to Niagara Falls and Back - - - 135 New Year's Address - - - 140 Hurrah Song — (Continuation) - - 145 (Dsusajp §®imgs ffir bh<& S§Mii©]r< THE PATRIOT ISHMAEL DAY. -Come forth my muse, now don't refuse, Assist me in this lay, To sing of one — "My Maryland's" son — The Patriot Ishmael Day. •One Monday morn, at early dawn, The hour when good men. pray, A Rebel host, with threats and boast, Came on to scare old Day. He soon had word — the noise he heard In the distance far away, That Gilmor's men were coming then To capture Ishmael Day. That's what's the matter — Oh, what a clatter 1 I'll keep them awhile at bay, 'Till I hoist my flag, of which I brag — Said the brave old Ishmael Day. On rushed the crowd, with curses loud, Begrim'd with dust and gray ; My flag I'll nail to the garden pale, And die by it, said Day. The thieving horde came down the road — They had no time to stay — "Our flag is here" — touch it who dare, Shouted old Ishmael Day. A trooper rushed, with whiskey flushed, Swore he'd take that rag away — Let any man dare try that plan, I'll shoot him, says old Day. 8 He feared the cock of his old flint lock Might miss, so this prayer did say, That a load of buck shot might pepper him hot By the hands of lshmael Day. On the raider came — old Day was game — Reb swore that flag should'nt stay, With a curse and a frown, cried, down with it, down, Bangl blazed away lshmael Day. Flint lock he could trust, for down in the dust The traitorous Rebel lay ; Crying, spare my life, I'm tired of this strife — So am I, said lshmael Day. Now let each loyal heart, in our cause take a part, Do his duty — watch, fight and pray, Shoulder his gun, stand by, never run, And imitate lshmael Day. Then we boldly say, a few men like Day, With guns, ammunition at hand, We need not be afraid of Gilmor's next raid On the soil of "My Maryland/' I now close my song, for fear it's too long, On this subject I could much more say — Let us all shout hosanna to the Star Spangled Banner, And hurrah for brave lshmael Day 1 THE UNION FOREVER. Air — Rosin the Bow. Come all ye Bunker Hill heroes, And Southerners valiant and true, Come join in the great Union movement, And forever kind friendship renew- Chorus. Then stand by our colors so true, Then stand by our colors so true, We are bound by our loved Constitution, Its wisdom will guide us safe through. 9 Let the East and the West quickly rally, Support to the Union is due — Come forth from each hill-top and valley, And hurrah for the Red, White and Blue. Chorus. Old Maryland, true to the Union, Has only one course to pursue, She stands by our loved Constitution, W T ith Washington always in view. Chorus. She will never desert her bright colors, Nor join any sectional crew ; Her fate is bound up in the Union, In her Flag— the Eed, White and Blue. Chorus. Let us have no more agitation About the nigger — stop cry and hue — Then prosperity will biess this great nation, And every happiness, too. Chorus. Then join in the Union ovation, It is right for the people to do — We will gather true hearts to our standard, And hurrah for the Ked, White and Blue. Chorus. THE CLIPPER'S UNION SHIP. Air — Wet Sheet and a blowing Sea. Johnson of Tennessee, And Lincoln always true, Who goes first mate Of the ship of State, With a gallant Union crew. Chorus. Then let us sing this song: Come all the brave and the free, We will volunteer for our country dear, Our Flag aloft we see. 10 Crowd every stick of sail, And bend the gallant mast, Catch every breeze That skims the seas, Our good ship's sure and fast. Chorus. With the Union at the fore, The Stars and Stripes on high, Bake aft and wide, With full broadside, Make Kebel traitors fly. Chorus. Fling out our Ensign bold, The ship of State sails free, Old Ironsides Will breast the tides — Our Flag aloft we see I Chorus. LINCOLN AND JOHNSON ARE THE MEN. Air — Yankee Doodle. Lincoln and Johnson are the men The people can confide in, To carry these United States, By voting — not by fighting. Chorus. Lincoln and Johnson are the men We will now support, sirs ; They are true and national — They will be our choice, sirs. Let the North meet with the South, Shake hands in friendly Union — Raise our glorious standard up — Put down all disunion. Chorus. Let the East — the mighty West — Come with all their banners — From the ice-bound Northern lakes, From the hot Savannahs. Chorus. 11 Place Abe and Andy in the Chair of State, Where the Country wants them ; Honor to the good and great, Always shall surround them. Chorus. Then the nation will be safe, From all vile seceders, Mechanic arts revive again, Under such loyal leaders. Chorus. "I'll Fight on This Line All Summer/' -UNCLE SAM GKANT." Air — Eosin the Bow. The Army of the Potomac, Commanded by Uncle Sam Grant, That marches and rights to conquer — Their praises now we chant. Chorus. Hurrah for Uncle Sam Grant, Our old stove-pipe hat Grant, Who will fight on this line all summer, But that our flag in Richmond he'll plant. The Southern Rebels boasted, Said the Northern scum would fly ; Lee swore he'd never surrender, But in the last ditch would die. Chorus. In the Wilderness, brave Grant moved forward, On Lee's chosen ground to fight : For eight long days he battled, For our flag and cause so right. Chorus. . * w en , Gra " t t .^ ra ? on *}? Mis6issi PPi he wore a very tall, shocking Gran?" 5 nick-named him, "Old stove-pipe hat 12 He pressed his columns forward, Said, "This line I'm bound to fight on ; If it takes me all the summer, The victory must be won l" Chorus. The shot and shell rained fearful — Grant made all his charges tell; But many a brave-hearted hero For the Union fighting fell. Chorus. Bold Sedgwick, of Gettysburg fame, With Porter and Wads worth, the brave — They died for their flag and country, The Union and nation to save. Chorus. Cheers for Meade, who ne'er knows when he's beaten. Who's valor saved "My Maryland ;" His name Baltimoreans hold dear — Born to fight as well as command. Chorus. With Hancock, and noble true Warren, Always first to advance, hold their ground — Their bold deeds are recorded in glory — In the hottest of the fight ever found. Chorus. Lee at last, advancing backwards, Towards Bichmond cast a sigh, On his knees says, Oh 1 grant my prayer, Let me bid my ragamuffins good-bye. Chorus. My kingdom is bursted to thunder, To hold out longer I can't — Alas ! I must now knock under To the flag of the Union and Grant. Chorus. Re-elect Honest Abe President, For Vice Andy of Tennessee — Grant us Grant for Commander-in-Chief, Then the country will prosper — be free c Chorus. 13 HURRAH! HURRAH!! HURRAH!!! History of the Rebellion in Baltimore, April 19, 1861. 1 Come join us in our Union song, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! We to the United States belong, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Let North and South and East and West By the Union stand which our fathers blest. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! 2 The Constitution and the laws, Hurrah ! Shall guide us in our glorious cause, Hurrah ! Be this the Union platform then — Peace on the earth — good will to men. Hurrah, &c. 3 By our good flag stand firm and true, Hurrah ! The stars and stripes, red white and blue, Hurrah! This flag o'er Washingto'n o!id wave, Its glory shall the Union save. Hurrah, &c. 4 The Police Board may rear in vain, Hurrah ! . With General, Colonel, Marshal Kane, Hurrah ! Secession flags have had their day, We now the stars and stripes display. Hurrah, &c. 5 Nineteenth of April, oh ! what a fix, Hurrah 1 Maryland must secede with Gov. Hicks, Hurrah ! 2 14 Old Cassar they tried to bully you know, He said they might all to the devil go. Hurrah, &c. 6 They said he burnt the bridges, kindled all the fires, Hurrah 1 He proved them to be most darnation liars. Hurrah 1 He saved the State from the sword and the flame, A mouument we'll raise to perpetuate his name. Hurrah, &c. 7 Tho' we may respect and honor Gov. Hicks, Hurrah ! Don't forget Maryland's favorite — Maj. Gen. Dix, Hurrah ! We have read his proclamation on his platform agree, The Union and flag we are fighting for — not to set the Hurrah, &c. 8 At New Orleans he gave the order some have forgot, Hurrah 1 First man that hauled the flag down, on the spot should be shot, Hurrah 1 This alone will immortalize Major General Dix, Three cheers for the hero and Gov. Hicks, g Hurrah, &c. 9 Nineteenth of April, Massachusetts blood did run, Can't hurrah over that 1 John Kettlewell said it was a second Lexington, Hurrah ! The clubs and paving stones in showers fell thick, Southern hospitality in shape of a brick. Hurrah, &c. 10 To Bradley Johnson word was sent, Hurrah 1 That blood run knee-deep on our pavement, Hurrah 1 15 That he must send ten thousand dowrT To help tiie Pelicans take the town. Hurrah, &c. 11 But Mr. Johnson did not come, Hurrah 1 For he heard us Union boys were some, Hurrah 1 To the Vigilance Committee he sent his card, Told them to call out the Maryland Guard. Hurrah, &c. 12 Some guns were seized by Capt. Hare, Hurrah I Kane said he be d d if that was fair, Hurrah 1 He wanted them, as some do say, To shoot all the soldiers that passed this way. Hurrah, &c. 13 At Kane, from Fort Sumter a cannon ball was shot, Hurrah 1 Considering the distance, wasn't it hot, Hurrah ! Addressed to the Brig. General of the Southern Confed- eration, Heau-Quarters Holliday Street, Middle Police Station. Hurrah, &c. 14 There guns, and cannon, and balls were found, Hurrah ! And a train of powder laying loose all around, Hurrah 1 Each good seceder was to have a gun apiece, Furnished by the reform model impartial Police. Hurrah, &c. 15 Hurrah ! At Lhree in the morning the Marshal did take, Hurrah I 16 There in the Fort let him secede and his Police too, Maryland says she'll be d — d if she do. Hurrah, &c. 16 I most forgot in my report — Hurrah 1 The Pelicans one night went to take the Fort, Hurrah ! They went so near they saw a darned big gun, Oh 1 good Lord how they did run. Hurrah, &c. 17 Brave General Scott is a trump who never did run, Hurrah ! Takes the responsibility — takes Winan's steam gun, Hurrah ! Says the Writ of Habeas Corpus is all very well, But it is non cum atibus in swarnpo when we rebel, Hurrah, &c 18 Steamer St. Nicholas went down the bay, Hurrah 1 A French Lady a passenger stole right away, Hurrah 1 But Horner and Carmichael captured the French enemy And landed Col. R. H. Zarvona Thomas safe in Fort McHenry. Hurrah, &c. 19 There let the Zarvona stay for a while, Hurrah ! If he can't steal steamboats I'm afraid he'll spile, Hurrah ! To be crammed in a bureau in July hot season, Was considered by the cabinet-makers misprison of treason. Hurrah, &c. 20 To get him out of this metamorplius Hurrah ! Takes 44 Writs of Habeas Corpus, Hurrah 1 17 Let him keep on his crinoline while the weather is hot, Till a straight jacket is made for him by General Wiu- field Scott. Hurrah, &c. 21 The Legislature ! oh, what a bully set, Hurrah ! Illegally together at Frederick city met, . Hurrah 1 Their bill of safety did not exactly pass, Tho' backed up hill by a long-eared jack ass. Hurrah, &c. 22 Another bill they would put thro'. Hurrah ! Let rioters go Scott-free, no matter what they do, Hurrah 1 But with Judge Bond on the bench justice will be done, In spite of Teackle Wallis's extra legislation. Hurrah, &c. 23 Then a Convention they would call, Hurrah 1 Farmer of Linganore said, no, no — narry call, Hurrah 1 So Coleman Yellott swore Jeff Davis he must see, Got mad and went to Montgomery. Hurrah, &c. 24 For Coleman let us amen nightly pray, Hurrah 1 That there he may stay with his friend Henry May, Hurrah ! With the seven thousand that took Fort Sumter let him remain, If he wants more good company chuck in Bob McLanc. Hurrah, &c. 25 Bob McLane swore the Susquehanna should the North and South divide, Hurrah 1 That nothing but blood should run up its rapid tide, Hurrah 1 18 Then what a rebellion among the small fry and big fish, if he had his wish, Some would be Union shad, (large shad,) some secesb fish, (cat-fish.) Hurrah, &e. 26 Where is Burnside ? Gone to Davey Jones 1 What a pity, Hurrah ! Where is Burnside ? At Elizabeth city ! Hurrah I Old Wise we would have, only too fast he run, 8,000 F. F. V.'s will release Col. Corcoran. Hurrah, &c. 27 Where is Burnside ? he's bobbing all around, Hurrah 1 At Roanoke Island he can be found, Hurrah ! The rebels fired their houses, oh, what a rout, General Burnside turned fireman, helped put them out. Hurrah, &c. 28 General Tilghman — Ft. Henry — bully for old Kentucky, Hurrah I Old Foote is the Commodore, best leg foremost, always lucky, Hurrah ! He's the chap to manage a flotilla, Runs a steamboat where the, ground is damp after Gen. Pillow. Hurrah, &c. 29 The biggest Bull Run fight yet has been run, Hurrah ! 15,000 F. F. V.'s captured by mudsills in Fort Donald- son, Hurrah ! Altho' Floyd did escape, and his sword away flung, Rogues that cannot be drowned, are bound to be hung. Hurrah, &c. 30 The anaconda folds around Jeff are being bound, Hurrah I The rebels on the leading points at last will be sound, Hurrah 1 19 Fort Columbus next on the programme is taken, Repeat the dose if no change, as the doctors say, when taken to be well shaken. Hurrah, &c. 31 The prisoners now safe and snug in Fort Warren, Hurrah I Slidell, Mason, Police Board and Com. Barron, Hurrah 1 Must each take the oath, be loyal and true, Swear never more to haul down the red, white and blue. Hurrah, &c. 32 They said cotton was king, it is no such a thing, Hurrah 1 Our only king is the Union we sing, Hurrah ! With the Union we know every blessing will flow, And the Star Spangled Banner, Yankee Doodle, Hail Columbia, Rally Round the Flag Boys, Rally for the Union, Be true to the Flag will be the only songs to teach our children to know. Hurrah, &c. 33 Com. Foote steps out bully for old Kentucky, Hurrah 1 Puts his best leg foremost, always sure — lucky, Hurrah ! Take Tilghman and Buckner, put foot after Price, New Orleans, Norfolk, Yorktown, Pulaski, Mobile, Richmond, and all the other places what we are going to take, are all big things on ice. Hurrah, &c. 34 Is Bombadier Brig. Beauregard a witch ? Hurrah ! Say, has the Southern chivalry fought, bled and died in the last ditch ? Hurrah 1 The migratory Congress which in Richmond did set, Adjourned all of a sudden — sine die — vamosed — sloped — caved in — absquatulated — did git — and hav'nt done stopped running yet. Hurrah, &c. 20 35 Now one thing I'll mention, which. I like to have forgot. Hurrah ! The President, in a hurry, went to see General Scott, Hurrah ! For five hours together they had a secret conflab, But what it was all about it is none of your business, Abe says he's not allowed to blab. Hurrah, &c. 36 He said it was not to make Generals, or rill up the ranks, Hurrah 1 Only to put a Pope over Gen. Banks, Hurrah 1 Scott and he agreed that the great British nation, Had better mind their Sepoys, not meddle with secession. Hurrah, &c. 37 Is my young brave McClellan only safe and sound ? Hurrah ! Oh yes, says Lincoln, in Richmond he may be found, Hurrah 1 In him we've every confidence, don't hurry up his cakes, He'll wade the Chickahominy, and in Virginia wake up snakes. Hurrah, &c. 38 Like my brave Col. Kenly of the 1st Maryland, Hurrah 1 Who at Front Royal Bridge made a glorious, gallant stand, Hurrah ! Don't give up — never surrender, was his rallying cry, We belong to old Maryland, and for that flag we'll die. \ Hurrah, &c. 33 Since last we met, have you heard the news, Hurrah ! Barefoot secesh come to Maryland to get some shoes, Hurrah 1 Such a scratching and combing they do say In Frederick city was never seen as on that day. Hurrah, &c. 21 40 Maryland's secesh kept off at a distance, full of dread, Hurrah ! Said there was something running in their Southern friends' heads, Hurrah ! And they didn't like the looks of their dirty ugly mugs, Tho' we are aristocracy we don't like too many big bugs. Hurrah, &c. 41 Lee said they only come to get something to eat, Hurrah ! They were invited, and expected Maryland to treat, Hurrah ! You sung My Maryland, you asked us to come To relieve us of bondage and hang the Union scum. Hurrah, &c. 42 So now we are here, without corn and grass, Hurrah 1 Every cow, pig and horse, and also jack-ass, Hurrah 1 And hurry up your cakes, we want to get back, For we hear that dogged McClellan is right on our track. Hurrah, &c. 43 They dashed ahead and would not halt, Hurrah ! Wanted some beef and a mouthful of salt, Hurrah ! He never would have gone so far at the risk of his life, If he had not known Gen. McClellan had gone to Phil- adelphia to see his wife. Hurrah, &c. 44 You saw the proclamation of our General Lee, Hurrah ! That he came to save Maryland with his ragged chivalry, Hurrah! Tho' the friends we expected we cannot diskiver ; If this is Maryland, My Maryland, we'll roll up our frowsers clear up as high as we can get them, and wade back across the river. Hurrah, &c. 22 45 Good-by, old Maryland, your friends to us have lied, Hurrah ! Go to thunder McClellan, and Hooker and your great Burnside, Hurrah 1 Your Sigel and Kenly we don't want to see, They are not lit associates for our General Lee. Hurrah, &c. 46 McClellan is a man we never could bear, Hurrah I Whenever he moves our men take a scare, Hurrah ! We would have been in Washington and Baltimore too, If McClellan at An tie tarn hadn't put us through. Hurrah, &c. 47 Farewell now forever, My Maryland, Hurrah 1 Poor down-trodden State, overrun from Yankee land, Hurrah 1 We'll straggle back to Dixie, only to plunder we will halt We got a flea in our ear, but didn't get narry mouthful of salt. Hurrah, &c. 48 Three cheers for the 3d New York Infantry Band, Hurrah ! Schoppebree, their leader, famous in Maryland, Hurrah ! They appear here to-night volunteers on this occasion, For the benefit of the Ladies National Union Relief As- sociation. Hurrah, &c 49 Hip for Col. Alford and the 3d with a will, Hurrah I Welcome to Baltimore and old Federal Hill, Hurrah! You can march with your flag round our city, without fear or dread, One year ago you would have got a large hole inside of your head. Hurrah, &c. 23 50 The Union men of Maryland, My Maryland never can be put down, Hurrah 1 Ever true to the flag, like the fair of Towsontown, Hurrah 1 The rebels we will teach to honor and respect her, And we glory in such leaders as Stewart, Ensor and Longnecker, Hurrah, &c. 51 Three cheers for the ladies of Baltimore county, Hurrah 1 The sick and wounded soldier they relieve with their bounty, Hurrah, &c. Dispensing their medicine, comforts and food, Like angels of mercy going about doing good. Hurrah, &c. 52 Tn the Zouaves of Federal Hill, at their flag presenta- tion — The fair of South Baltimore this banner to you bring, Hurrah ! The red, white and blue, of which we love to sing, Hurrah ! It was unfurled and defended on old Federal Hill, By strong arms and true hearts, who wiil fight for it still. Hurrah, &c. 53 Orders from the Mayor that this flag should not wave, Hurrah 1 South Baltimore rallied, swore the stars and stripes they'd save, Hurrah 1 It was lowered for a moment, soon it waved again on high, E'en the fair of South Baltimore for this flag will die. Hurrah, &c. 54 To the Zouave 5th Regiment tigers with a will, Hurrah I Welcome to Union Baltimore, this Fort is your skill, Hurrah 1 Your regiment, band, officers, rank and file, Make friends of your foes by your gallant, dashing style. Hurrah, &c. 24 55 Secesh don't like your red pantaloons, Hurrah 1 If they take aim you wont come down like the same old coons. , Hurrah ! Turn up nose at your turban, say your trowsers are too loose, Sour grapes, as the fox said, when he couldn't catch the goose. Hurrah, &c. 56 Draw near and listen, now a secret I will tell, Hurrah 1 How to settle this great hubbub in a very short spell, Hurrah ! I have invented a Panacea better than Brandeth's pills, If it don't operate, its application never kills. Hurrah, &c. 57 The best way to settle this rebellion and strife, Hurrah 1 Is for each Northern Zouave to take a Southern wife, Hurrah ! Then the Union; will be safe in woman's love and care — Soldiers never will secede from the arms of the fair. Hurrah, &c. 58 Let Charleston, Savannah and every Southern city, Hurrah 1 Lay down arms, send flag of truce by a loyal committee, Hurrah 1 Beg pardon, say they're sorry for what they've done, Pay the costs, shake bauds and swear allegiance at Washington. Hurrah, &c^ 59 Let every seccder before it is too late, Hurrah 1 Eally round our good old flag, loved by each loyal State, Hurrah 1 Sing Union forever, on one government agree, Star Spangled Banner wave o'er the home of the brave, and the land of the free. Hurrah, &c. 25 THE LADIES OF BALTIMORE. Air. — Maryland ! My Maryland. Oh, how I wish that strife would cease In Maryland, my Maryland ! That we could live once more in peace, In Maryland, my Maryland 1 That Church and State could once more be From politics and party free, And to the Union all agree, In Maryland, my Maryland ! That ministers would the gospel preach 1 In Maryland, my Maryland, The Bible truths and beauties teach, In Maryland, my Maryland ! That men divine would watch and pray, For our dear laud both night and day, And put secession far away, From Maryland, my Maryland. Let all sectarians and creeds — In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 Be known and honored by good deeds In Maryland! my Maryland! Churches are bound by holy writ To live in Union — not to split, For them secession is not fit In Maryland ! my Maryland ! May woman deal — best gift to man, In Maryland, my Maryland ! No more rebel with secesh clan In Maryland, my Maryland ! Let love and virtue be her guide, Kindly politeness, without pride, Pure modesty with her abide In Maryland ! my Maryland I May they all be loyal — true, In Maryland ! my Maryland ! Domestic duties still pursue, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 3 26 Sweet home demands their time and aid, Base politics is not their trade, Oh ! why should they thus retrograde, In Maryland 1 My Maryland ! Soldiers called to Washington Thro' Maryland 1 my Maryland ! True ladies would not spit upon, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 Nor turn up nose as they pass by, Nor " Northern scum" of " mud-sills" cry, Nor " Lincoln's tools," too mean to die In Maryland ! my Maryland ! True soldiers will the fair protect, In Maryland ! my Maryland I Then treat them kindly with respect, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 By soldiers was our country won — A soldier was our Washington ; Whose Flag now waves o'er every oue, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 Oh ! why should woman toss her head, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 And wish Abe Lincoln hung quite dead ! In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 That Beauregard at once would come, Make Baltimore his future home, Drive Union men abroad to roam, From Maryland ! my Maryland I Now ladies these things cannot be — In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 Jeff's head alive you ne'er will see — In Maryland ! my Maryland ! Bradford's our ruler good and true, The Stars and Stripes he'll keep in view, And Maryland in the Union too. My Maryland l,my Maryland 1 Our father's Flag, it waves once more, In Maryland ! my Maryland ! Secession's (lead in Baltimore, Through Maryland ! my Maryland I 27 Let ladies fair — nice ) r oung men too, Each their walk in life pursue, Our Union love ! be patriots true, In Maryland ! my Maryland ! The rebel F. F. V.'s may rave, In Maryland ! my Maryland 1 Their secesh rag can never wave, In Maryland ! my Maryland I The bone and sinew of our land, Their interest, safety understand ; Severed they fall, united stand, In Maryland 1 my Maryland ! THE FLAG WITH THIRTY-FOUR STARS. Butered. according to Act of Congress, in the year One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty-two, by Win. H. Hay ward, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Mary land. Air. — " Bonnie Blue Flag." The Rebels sing the " Bonnie Blue Flag" but we the " Stripes and Stars," Our Union Flag we love so true will conquer their Stars and" Bars; Their secesh airs, their Maryland's are contraband of war, Our cause is right and the Flag for the fight is one with thirty- four stars. Chorus. — Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for equal rights Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! for ti e dear old Flag with every Stripe and Star. Our song is for the Union, and triumph sure we must, The cause so just will prosper when in God we place our trust; Our Flag's our pride, triumphant behold it near and far, We bear aloft, red, white and b'ue, with every Stripe and Star. Chorus. — Hurrah ! Hurrah ! &c. Protection we extend to all, the exile finds a home, In our Columbia's glorious land the stranger's welcome. Come 1 They with us heart and hand unite, to crush the rebel war, And fight for our red, white and blue, with every Stripe and Star. Chorus. — Hurrah 1 Hurrah 1 &c. 28 The sections of the Union firm, loyal, ever true, United with the Border States the rebels swift pursue ; With Maryland of Southern clime none dare her bright fame mar, Stands by our Flag, our own true Flag, with every Stripe and Star. Chorus. — Hurrah ! Hurrah ! dec. Three cheers for brave McClellan, of bold Antietam fame, Victory crowns his battle Flag, a charm is in his name ; And Hooker, Sigel, Kenly too, who each can show a scar, Pour out their blood this Flag to save with every Stripe and Star. Chorus. — Hurrah ! Hurrah ! &c. With Foote, Dupont and Rosencrans, all heroes of the west, With Halleck, Butler, Morris too, whose valor all attest, To those who fought in Maryland by old South Mountain side, Drove Lee and Jackson from our soil across Potomac's tide. Chorus. — Hurrah ! Hurrah ! &c. All honor to the men who fought, tears for the noble dead, Our country mourns her soldiers brave, whose blood for us was shed ; And every patriot bold and true, enlisted for the war, God bless them battling for our Flag, with every Stripe and Star. Chorus. — Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! &c. WHOSE FATHER WAS HE? "After the battles of Gettysburg, July 1st, 'id and 3d, 1863, a Union Soldier was found, in a secluded spot on the field, where, wounded, he had laid himself down to die.* In his hands, tightly clasped, was an ambrotype containing the portraits of three small children, and upon tbis picture his eyes, set in death, rested. The last object upon which the dying father looked was the image of his children, and as he silently gazed upon them, his soul passed away. How touching ! How solemn ! What pen can describe the emotions of this patriot father a? he gazed upon the children, so soon to be made orphans? Wounded and alone, the din of battle still sounding in his ears, he lies down to die. His last thoughts and prayers are for his family. He has finished his work On earth 5 his last battle has been fought} he has freely given his life to his country; and now, while his life's blood is ebbing he clasps in his hands the image of his children, and, commending them to the God of the fatherless, rests his last lingering look upon them " When, after the battle, the dead were being buried, this soldier was thus found. The ambrotype was taken from his embrace, and has since 29 been sent to Philadelphia for recognition Nothing else was found upon his person by which he might be indentified. His grave has been marked, however, so that, if by any means this ambrotype will lead to his recognition, he can be disintered This picture is now in the possession of Dr. Bourns, No 1 104 Spring Garden street, Philadelphia, who can be called upon or addressed in reference to it. The children, two boys and a girl, are apparently nine, seven and five years of age; the boys being respectively the oldest and youngest of the three. The youngest boy is sitting in a high chair, and on each side of him are his brother and sister. The oldest boy's jacket is made from the same material as his sister's dress. These are the most prominent features of the group. Of what inestimable value will it be to these children, proving, as it does, that the last thoughts of their dying father was for them, and them only. THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER! WHO IS HE? Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty -tare* by Win. H. Hay ward, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Maryland. Let me gaze upon this picture, ■ Whilst my life-blood from me flows; On these dear loved happy faces, Ere in death my eyelids close. Next to my heart I wore it — Not millions could it buy ; Let me see my heart's own treasures, And kiss them as I die. Here upon the cold ground lying — The earth my last lone bed ; No kind friend to watch me dying — Or know me when I'm dead. A tender wife and mother, Doth for my children care, And nightly bending o'er them, To God breathes forth her prayer — That we all may meet together In peace again once more ; That around the happy fire-side Kind Heav'n will me restore. But I feel my pulse grows weaker ; My eyes — I scarce can see 1 Still I recognize the features Of my little boy— 'tis he 1 30 My darling boys and loving daughter, Let none their image tear From this poor dying, bleeding heart, Now offering up this prayer — Oh, God! protect the mother And these my orphans dear; I die alone — none near me — No one to shed a tear. Some stranger hand will find me — For me a grave prepare ; On my breast they'll place this picture, And say they found it there. Let THE FLAG be wrapped around me — The Stars and Stripes I love ! I die a Union soldier, True as the heavens above. The flowers will bloom as sweetly O'er the unknown soldier's grave, With his heart's loved idols near him, And THE FLAG he died to save. No stone will mark the spot Of the stranger 'neath the sod, Where so peacefully he slumbers, Unknown — save to his God. ♦Since ascertained to have been Sergt. A. HUMERTON, Co. C, 154th N. Y. Vols : whose family now resides in Cattaragus County, New York. BE TRUE TO OUR FLAG. Our beautiful flag, Oh ! now we see From every spot and blemish free ; The flag of our Union, bright and fair, That waves in triumph everywhere. Chorus. Oh ! be true — Oh ! be true, True to our beautiful flag so free. Oh ! be true — Oh ! be true, True to our beautiful flag. 31 Oh ! beautiful flag, so pure and bright, Thy radiant stars are life and light. Emblem of power, our guide alway, Thy stars shall never fade away. Chorus. We see thy Stripes and Eagle bold, And love thee more as we behold Forever wave on land, and sea, The Union Flag of the brave and free. Chorus. Our Army conquers in their might; For the Union cause is just and right. Our Washington's flag in triumph waves, Borne onward by McClellan's braves. Chorus. New Orleans and Charleston too Must bow to our Red- White and Blue. O'er all the Cities and Forts once more The Stars and Stripes we will restore. Chorus. This beautiful flag we soon shall see O'er Richmond and Sumpter waving free. Beneath its folds discord will cease, And North and South rejoice in peace. Chorus. DEDICATED TO THE NEW YORK SIXTY-NINTH IRISH REGIMENT, NEW 5TORK VOLUNTEERS. Of the Irish Sixty-Ninth I sing, At the battle of Bull Run, sir, The heroes who stood firm and true Face batteries full of guns, sir. Old Erin's honor dear sustain, March 1 quick-step, never falter, On the Union ground pure patriots found, Vote rebels disgrace with a halter. 32 Oh ! here's to the bold, true Irish boys Who fight chock-full of fun, sir, The glorious, gallant Sixty-Ninth, Made famous at Bull Eun, sir. Red, white and blue, their colors, too, The banner of the free, sir; By this flag stand, their adopted land, Union and liberty, sir. A soldier's duty only know, Retreat's not understood, sir ; Brave Corcoran's name, their proudest fame, For him pour out heart's blood, sir. So hurrah for the Sixty-Ninth, Masked batteries face with their guns, sir, Who can handle also a shillelah, you know, Fight like the devil as they did at Bull Run, sir. All honor to the brave who fell On sad Manassas plain, sir ; The volunteer, who will not fear The Union to maintain, sir. Oh ! Ireland sends her dearest sons To fight for every land, sir ; Green be the graves of Erin's braves, Proud monuments they stand, sir, Of the glorious, gallant Sixty-Ninth, Made famous at Bull Run, sir. Oh 1 ralty then, for the Irishmen, So lively, brisk and gay, sir, The glorious New York Sixty-Ninth, Who fight as well as pray, sir. Again enlisted for the war, With a new and brave defender, Their fame renew, with Nugent true, Fight, die, but never surrender. So here's a health to the Sixty-Ninth, Who love the girls and fun, sir ; Win hearts as they go, they blarney them so, But can fight as they did at Bull Run, sir. 33 WHERE IS THAT FLAG, OH, WHERE? At the battle of " Carnifex Ferry," the color bearer of the 10th Ohio Regiment, Fitzgibbons, who was terribly wounded, as he lay dying, looked up frantically to a companion, and not seeing the colors which he himself carried and grasped with a dying tenacity after he fell, ex- claimed in paroxysms of despair, his life blood flowing, " Where is that flag, oh ! Heavens, where is it ; keep it and preserve it." These were his last dying words. Where is that flag ? Fitzgibbons cried, Confided to my care ; My flag ! the glorious Stars and Stripes, Triumphant everywhere. I swore to guard and bear it safe, 'Mid flashing cannon's glare ; But wounded, bleeding, here I lie — Where is that flag, oh ! where ? Where armies meet in dread array, When brave hearts charging, dare To fight, the Union to maintain, And death and peril share. To shield, protect it with my life, Each Star and Stripe all there; I grasped and bore it in the fight — Where is that flag, oh ! where? He raised his sinking, dying head, With wild, convulsive stare — Oh 1 Heavens ! where is it ? keep it safe, Preserve the flag I bear. His pulse grew weak, his eyes grew dim ; His blood fast oozing there; In agony he faintly sighed, My flag, my colors, here they are ! And as he gasping now beheld His flag beside him there, He died, a soldier's glorious death ; " Preserve that flag" his 'prayer. 34 THE NOBLE C. S. A. Lee made a raid into Maryland With his barefoot C. S. A., Expecting aid from the Copperhead band Of Pennsylvania ; He robbed all the hen-roosts that came to hand To feed his C. S. A. ; He promised them Meade, as I understand, To treat his C. S. A. Wonderful, wonderful, C. S. A., C. S. A, Wonderful, &c. They came to Gettysburg, they did indeed, The ragged C. S. A., Corks flew out of bottles chock full of Meade At the chivalry; They soon found out they could not succeed — Sad was the C. S. A. ; So hungry, they wanted to get some feed To save the C. S. A. Cheers for the Army of the Potomac — Groans for the C. S. A. ; Clear out of the way when the Union's on the track, They can wollop the C. S. A. ; Old Antietams speak their fame — They drove the C. S. A. ; At Gettysburg they did the same — They routed the C. S. A. The Army of the Potomac can't be beat By the C. S. A. ; Gettysburg boys never retreat From the bob-tail C. S. A. ; Bronzed faces they do not like to meet, So say the C. S. A. ; I guess they will not their visit repeat — Good-bye old C. S. A. Gilmore, and Grant, and Thomas too, The dread of the C. S. A. , Licked the poor secesh so they did'nt know what to do — How are you C. S. A. ; 35 Hurrah for our colors — red white and blue — It shall wave over the C. S. A ; We swear by the fl:ig and Union to be true, And conquer the C. S. A. Abe Lincoln for President, honest and just, Is the man for the C. S. A. — The people in him confide and trust, And not in the C. S. A. ; With Seward the wise to handle the pen, We'll scatter the C. S. A.— And Lincoln to manage the war and the men, Farewell to old C. S. A. STAND BY OUR DEAR UNION. Air — Vive la Companie. Stand by our dear Union, the true Constitution, Let us lead in the great Union van, Be true to the last, by our lov'd flag hold fast, Vote for none but a true Union man ; Let our songs be of Union whenever we sing, Let the tones clear ring, to the Government cling Death to all traitors wherever they spring, And all the secession clan. To the land we love best, the pride of the West, . Our birth-place and home evermore ; Sing of bright glories past, nail our flag to the mast, Our country forever adore ; From mountain and sea, the boast of the free, And whilst we agree, home for }'ou and for me, From valley and lake, Union men will awake, And the Union once more restore. The States in communion shout out for the Union, Our country, our pride and our boast, For her we proclaim, rejoice in her fame, The Star Spangled Banner our toast; Like Washington good, this Union has stood, He thro' this dread war, will be our bright star, Our flag will still wave, o'er the home of the brave, The red, white and blue be our boast. 36 SOLDIER ARE YOU HUNGRY. A Regiment of Soldiers was passing through Baltimore to join the Army of the Potomac; on the route a soldier weary and sick sat down upon a door step to rest, a little boy about ten year's of age seeing him, approached him, and in a feeling manner asked him if he was hungry, and then took him by the hand, led him to his father's house and kindly cared for him. Soldier ! are you hungry ? This thing cannot be, When you're marching — fighting For my Flag and me ; Come with me to father, He will treat you right. His house is always open To the men who fight. We have full and plenty Soldier 1 come along — Bring your comrades with you, Union right or wrong; We that stay at home Out of harm and danger, Must do all we can For the soldier stranger. You will find our dwelling By the flag before it, Father keeps it waving So secesh may know it ; Oh 1 how we love that banner — Old red, white and blue, Die for that, no other — Never own the new. So come along to father — He's the soldier's friend, He will make you welcome, And each one you send ; Every loyal heart Must assist each other — The man who wears a uniform We love as any brother. 37 DEDICATED TO THE NINTH MARYLAND VOLUNTEERS, As sung on their return from Libby Prison. The Ninth comes marching home once more, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Welcome back to Baltimore, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Ring all the bells, let people shout, The 9tb from Libby are let out. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, When the 9th comes marching home. At Charlestown, den of Rebel spies, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 The 9th was captured by surprise, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 Lovejoy to kill was their intent, And Richardson, our Adjutant. Chorus.— And we'll all be gay ; &c. The Provost Marshal of Charlestown, Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! True Noble, they tried to put down, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! The secesh women said he ought to be hung, But bold defiance at them he flung. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. The 10th came up with double quick, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 So they left their wounded and their sick, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 To Richmond hurried us away, In gloomy dungeons there to stay. Chorus.— But we'll all be gay, &c. Brave Swearer seized our dear old flag, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Swore in the dust it should not drag, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 38 So he wrapped it round his body strong, And sang this song as he marched along. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. For months he wore it safe, secure, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 With it he could his fate endure, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! For fear it might by the rebs be found, He buried it deep in the ground. Chorus. — But we'll all be gay, &c. And when we were paroled, free, Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! He dug it up, as you now see, Hurrah I Hurrah ! And to old Baltimore once more. The dear old flag will now restore. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. Oh 1 Libby Prison, horrid den, Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! Not fit for beasts, they put our men, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! On black bug soup and sour husk bread, And only once a day half fed. Chorus. — But we'll all be gay, &c. In dirt and filth half starved to death, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 Our bodies scarce could hold their breath, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 We hate the sight of a rebel cuss, From such, good Lord deliver us. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. Belle Island graves a tale can tell, Hurrah I Hurrah ! Of brave true hearts who starving fell, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Of heroes, gallant soldiers dead, Who died while begging crusts of bread. Chorus. — Oh ! what a sorry day, When to Richmond we marched down, 39 Welcome the gallant 9th again, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 Your flag you've saved without a stain, Hurrah 1 Hurrah 1 All honor to you now is due, For you have to our flag proved true. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. The boys again will re-enlist, Hurrah 1 Hurrah 1 To have revenge they now insist, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! To Richmond swear they are bound to go, And lay the walls of Libby low. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, &c. This challenge to the rebs now bear, Hurrah 1 Hurrah 1 Meet on the Square if they but dare, Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 We'll show them that the 9th can fight, And lick the rebs clear out of sight. Chorus. — And we'll all be gay, When to Richmond we march down. THE MUSIC OF THE UNION, Air — Dearest May. The music of the Union — I love the sound so well ; Join us this day to sing the lay, And Union blessings tell. Chorus. — In Union let us live, And dwell in harmony ; Come, rally then — all Union men — United we must be. 40 Strike up your joyous notes, Loud let the music swell ; Shout and sing, Union bells ring From mountain, lake and dell. Chorus. — In unity we love To dwell ia harmony ; Come rally, then, all Union men- Let North and South agree. The States once more united, Will never dare rebel ; Join hands once more — our flag restore — Secession dire expel. In unity we love, &c. The hearts of men will gladden When the stars and stripes they When all shall be — in unity On the Union firm agree. In unity we love, &c. Then, hurrah for the Union 1 Our birth-right we'll not sell ; No danger dread — secession's dead- We hear its funeral knell. In unity we love, &c. FOURTH OF JULY SONG. What cheerful sounds salute my ears, What means this joyful throng ; Why meet upon this woodland green, With gladsome, happy song. Why on this day of every year Shall millions here agree To cast all politics aside — Strike hands in unity. Tis the glorious day once more returns To freemen ever dear ; Once more our grateful voices raise, Our fathers' deeds revere. 41 ^Tis Independence ! shout it out, Old age and childish glee ; Lift up your voices and sing more — Union and Liberty 1 And maidens fair, with waving arras, With sweet approving smiles, Free from all fear, with winning charms, Our holliday beguile. And children too, with accents mild, Their artless homage pay, Come forth with garlands fresh and fair, On Independence day. The bells ring out a merry chime, Loud booms the cannon's roar, Drums beat the cheerful reveille, "With bugles soft encore. The woods, and vales, and teeming ground Seem joyful to the view — . All nature wears a happy smile, To freedom always due. We with each other now unite, To usher in the morn, When freemen broke the galling yoke And liberty was born. To Him who high above, First let our thanks ascend, The God of battles, Him adore, On Him we all depend. Twas His right hand our cause sustained Against a foreign foe, Of tyrants who were sent to strike At liberty, death's blow. A Washington to us He gave, Of noble, gallant form, A father, General, nation's chief, His name our bosoms warm. 42 All honor to that patriot true, Who England's hosts defied, Who bravely fought our battles well, Our boast, our love and pride. In that dark hour that tried men's souls, He firm and undismayed, Led on the charge and victory won, And to his God he prayed. That heaven would shield us in the fight And nerve the soldier's arm — A fight in freedom's cause so just, And brave the battle's storm. Our children shall be taught To sing of battles won, And lisp with innocence and praise The name of Washington. That noble sire to us so dear. Our standard high shall grace, Millions unborn shall honor him, And all his virtues trace. First in our hearts and first in war, First in our warmest love, Pure as he lived, so pure he died, And now he dwells above. On Monmouth and on other plains Where raged the battle wild, Calm and serene he viewed the scene Like summer's evening mild. But when the time for victory came, First in the conquering van, He shouted death or victory When charging man to man. Old Yorktown was the closing fight Of war's dire dread alarms, A grateful nation's heartfelt praise Received him to her arms. 43 And when our victories were won, In peace with virtue crowned, Mount Vernon's shade was all he sought, Its quiet vales and grounds. Here he reviewed and dwelt upon Life's ever varying scenes, His battles fought, his work was done, Contentment reigned supreme. Surrounded by his friends most dear, Calmly he passed away ; But not his name, for that will live When monuments decay. This nation's voice will here proclaim His deeds of wide renown ; Let every patriot bless his name, For he disdained a crown. We gave to him the highest gift That we could here bestow, He was the model President Honored by friend and foe. And to his grave now drop a tear, Our country's loss deplore, A nation's gratitude shall be His praise forevermore. And all the brave old heroes too, Who fought our battles well, To every soldier, tried and true, Whose deeds we love to tell. Whose names are now enrolled* Upon the scroll of fame, Their glory is our heritage And their undying name. To them may we again Strew garlands all around ; We bless them on this verdant plain, For this is freemen's ground. 44 This land is ours by noble deeds, Is not our title good, Our fathers bought it with a price, That price their own hearts' blood. The worthy laborer of the soil Must sure protected be, And our mechanics must be fed By fostering industry. Descending from brave noble sires, Our rights we will pursue ; United shall we ever be, And to our flag prove true. Oppression's chains cannot enslave The patriot's sturdy arm ; We are the bosses of this land Called Uncle Samuel's farm. Our mountain tops do mock the skies, Lakes, rivers all around ; Our vallays rich in golden ore, With noble forests crowned. Our Navy floats in every sea, Our flag "in many a clime, (the glory of the world, Waves the proud banner of the free, A spectacle sublime. And on fair Cuba's verdant plain Of rich and golden hue, Columbia's flag, if they desire, Can wave in triumph too. Shall British cruisers ever dare This glorious flag to slight ; Must our own ships be overhauled, And we afraid to fight. No ! by the powers that sail the main, Our ships shall honored be, Who bear aloft the Stars and Stripes, The emblem of the free. 45 We stand up for our sailor's rights On ocean, lake and sea, Our Constitution ship shall sail, Proclaiming victory. Brave Lawrence, ere he died, Said, don't give up the *hip ! Stand by your guns, my gallant tars, Your ensign never dip. Nail high your colors to the mast, Unfurl them to the breeze, The Stars and Stripes shall be our flag On land as well as seas. And if a foreign foe should come, Wives, maidens, mothers true. Will rally around our good old flag, Our own red, white and blue. Our lovely women will unite, As they did in days of yore, For the Union and our land they fight, Columbia they adore. In the dread times that tried men's souls, When dark and drear the view, Kind woman lent her cheering smile, All patriots firm and true. My heartfelt tribute to you now, Our honor you maintain, Your presence cheers us oh the land, Your love on battles plain. These principles we will proclaim — Our country now and ever, The Constitution and the laws, One Union flag forever. For we are bound by ties most dear, Our Union to prolong, Our country first, our country last, Star Spangled Flag our song. Then let your trumpets speak, Wave, wave, your colors grand, Let every patriot raise the shout — God and our native land ! 46 "OUR COUNTRY RIGHT OR WRONG." Air — Nelly Gray. B.ESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE UNION HOME LEAGUES OF MARYLAND. Brothers of the Home League Band, Swear by our flag to stand — For the Union of the States we adore ; Ere our Government shall fall, We pledge life and fortune — all — The good old Union Ship to right and trim once more. Chorus : Then join our Union Band, Ye patriots of the land ; All who love its rivers, valleys, mountains grand, Be loyal to the last, By the Stars and Stripes stand fast — The Union Flag that saved " My Maryland." We know not East or West — North nor South do we love best ; In the home of the brave, and Washington, His farewell address review, Our Magna Charta true, To guard the heritage our fathers dearly won. Chorus. Let the Union be our creed ; Death to traitors who secede ; In alliance with the devil and secession, May war's alarms cease, And all hearts rejoice in peace, Free from envy, hate, and sectional oppression. Chorus. Every blessing then will flow, With rebellion's overthrow ; The States, once more in friendship unite strong, Then our tatoo on the drum Shall be heard from sun to sun, And the Star Spangled Banner be our song. Chorus. 47 Let the foreign powers come And we'll rally, sire and son, Whilst our iron-clad for action will prepare, We will make old John Bull roar, For our rams butt aft and fore ; Our Monitors are ready if they dare. Chorus. They shall not interfere With our institutions dear; In this war of aristocracy and slave, This quarrel is our own, And we ask, " Let us alone ;" Columbia's flag defiant rules the wave. Chorus. France and England then will see, Victors we are bound to be ; Intervention only will the strife prolong, With our starry flag in hand, True adopted — natives stand By our homes, and " our country right or wrong." Chorus. TO THE SHE REBELS OF BALTIMORE. Air — "Yankee Doodle." General Schenck has come to town, In order to be handy, To make She Rebels dance the tune Of Yankee Doodle Dandy. Abe Lincoln serves up a new dish, The Eebels can't him fool, sir, His Sandwiches are made of Fish, And not sheep meat with Wool, sir. Chorus: Yankee Doodle is the tune, To teach She Rebels manners, To make theii writers feel and own The power of Starry Banners. i 48 To Mecca now they turn their eyes, On Baltimore their backs, sir, If Richmond is the goal they mean, Off to Dixie let them pack, sir, The Captain gay and bold is safe, Across the river Jordan, Let him but show his mug again, He'll get a rope accord-in. Chorus, &c. She Rebel husbands get hard licks Thro' their wives' correspondence, They give them most particular fits, Their sex gives great preponderance. Oh, how can such brave men here stay, And not go where there's fighting, Will they let their wives so dear, Do all the spying and writing. Chorus, &c. The women spies have played the de'il, Our secret foes infernal, Would that Old Hickory were here, He'd hang them by the "eternal." The only way for us to do, To stop their blabbing mouths, sir, Is to arrest them one and all, And wagon them down South, sir. Chorus, &c. Schenck and Butler are the men, For this ere latitude, sir, The Rebs now get hot buttered beans In F And write in verse best we know how, 'Mid war's alarms and battle's din, Sing old year out and new year in. In the last year that's past and gone, Friends have departed one by one, Some battling for our flag did fall, For the Union gave their lives, their all. Some rushed to swell our army grand, To fight for their loved native land ; Seeking for fame 'mid cannon's roar, To full " three hundred thousand more/' 141 The clouds obscure sometimes the day, The sim will shine, drive gloom away ; Let us on the bright side look, And write and sing from nature's book. Throw cares and troubles all aside, Do good to all, virtue our guide ; Keep conscience clear, avoid offence, Success will be our recompense. The Constitution keep in view, Left by our fathers good and true ; Sections and party all forego, One flag, one country only know. Thus far we've run upon the way, We have some other things to say; Bear with us yet our wayward muse, Tho' oft we call, sometimes refuse. 'Mid revolution, civil war, And party strife, more deadty far ; Rebellion, scourge and curse of God, Smites us with a chastening rod. The Union which our fathers blest, Land of the exile and oppress'd, Distracted, severed, rent in twain, And reason's voice, heard all in vain. Extremists from the South and North, From happy States brought misery forth; And politics, great bane of all, The first true cause of our downfall. Secession, abolition dire, Blast like a wild consuming fire, Turn men to fiends, this land to blood, Sweep on, a devastating flood. No Washington is here to save, Webster and Clay sleep in their grave; Tl ey who could help are with the dea'd, Their patriot souls forever fled. 142 Were Jackson here no State would dare, Her State-right doctrine to declare ; Calhoun himself, great nullifier, Could not keep up his Southern fire. Is there not one great giant mind, In cords of love these States to bind; The Union dear once more restore, Be happy as we were before. Yes, do not fear, God is our trust, Our cause in triumph, conquer must ; One strong united powerful blow, Combined, will conquer every foe. Some one among us will be found, Whose head with laurels may be crowned, Perhaps a second Washington Will rise and lead our armies on. Eight hundred thousand in the field, Must never to the rebels yield; Our iron-clads and mortar fleet, Will make our victory more complete. Our army, too, our boast and pride, Forward moves on with brave Burnside, No cloud shall dim our hero's name, Who shared Antietam's glorious fame. Brave Rosecranz and Franklin too, With fighting Hooker, Siegel true, All confidence we have in Banks, And Halleck foremost in the ranks. Fort Doneldson, let me attest, Caved in to the heroes of the West, Buell and Foote, on land or sea, Where'er they move make rebels flee. Then North Carolina, New Orleans, And Norfolk got hot butter'd beans ; Picayune Butler came to town, Lord LovelFs rag was soon haul'd down. 143 And Wise, contrary to his name, He played the fool with a brag game, On paper fought his battles well, John Brown he hung, so they do tell. The Monitor of Erickson, With Worden in command, Soon did avenge the heavy loss Of the noble Cumberland. And Maryland stood firm and true, On the Union always sound, Tho' Southern, loves her flag so dear, On the Union, stands her ground. Jackson and Lee to Frederick came, But soon they had to skedaddle, The secesh friends they hoped to find, Left them home again to waddle. Geary and Kcnly, Slocum said, To Maryland we will attend McClellan's name alone will save, Our country's honor will defend. Tho' great mistakes and counsels bad Have made us mourn, our people sad, Still let us by experience learn, All our mishaps to good will turn. Statesmen and Generals now we see, On one broad platform firm agree, One flag and Union only know, One end — rebellion's overthrow. The negro question put aside, The Union be alone onr pride, The Constitution and the laws Guide, govern, in our glorious cause. Our country be our present care, For home, death, peril we will dare j The star-gemmed flag of Washington, Shall be our flag when peace is won. 144 It waves in triumph as of yore, Emblem of unity and power ; The flag victorious every where, "With each bright star and stripe still there. Soon peace shall bless our land again, Swords turned to ploughshares, till the plain ; Quarrels and fightings then will cease, And North and South unite in peace. 145 A CONTINUATION OF THE HURRAH SONO, A FEW MORE VERSES, Being the experience of a high private in the rear rank of the Picket Guard of the "Jlnderson League," during the last rebel raid in Maryland. (from page 24. J Did you ever in your born days a sodgering go ? Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! We have, and now our experience you must know : Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! To "Anderson League" our name we did affix, A bully fighting company stationed at Fort No 6. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 Hurrah I Hurrah ! Hurrah 1 Hurrah ! Griffin was our Captain, a good little brick, Paresene drilled the men till some got awful sick; Our officers and privates were all good and true — In the ranks were Majors, Colonels and Brigadiers, too. Hurrah, &c. City Councilmen, Judges, whose fame has never been sung, Old men and striplings, who were going it while they were young ; And true Adam Kcihler, boast and pride of the West-End, Who will forever his flag and home defend. Hurrah, &c. We heard General Wallace had a fight at Frederick city, That he had to fall back — Oh", what a pity ; For want of more men he was obliged to retire, Yet still in good order, under heavy Rebel fire. Hurrah, &c. Alexander's Battery came into full play — The Eleventh Maryland covered them bravely that day ; Our men did all that brave men could do — They were every way outnumbered by the thieving Rebel crew. Hurrah, &c. The news of the fight gave us timely warning, So we fell into ranks one hot July Sunday morning, We marched right along, without fife or drum — Aristocracy thought Yankee Doodle had come. Hurrah, &c, 13 146 We bade adieu to home, sweethearts and wives — For the Flag and the Union we had pledged our precious lives \ Resolved to do or die. as true Union Leagues had done before, In defence of "My Maryland" and good old Baltimore. Hurrah, &c. When we marched in the Fort we were all a muck of sweat, The fat men began to swear, fume and fret ; The pork, bread and fixings were all pretty hard, But that was nothing to standing picket guard 1 Hurrah, &c, The first night in camp it was our sorry lot To be picket sentry in an awful lonely spot, Eight close to a stream in a dense woody dell — So still you could hear every leaf as it fell. Hurrah, &c. Capt. Stork, before going on guard, said we must call out one — two: We sung out No. 1. Step out, you will do ; We did not know No. 1 was outside post — If we had called No. 2, we wouldn't have seen a ghost I Hurrah, &c. Mallory formed the guard, we marched briskly out, Near Woodbury Factory, where we faced right about, The Sergeant of the squad placed each in his station — On us depended the fate of the nation I Hurrah, &c. We loaded our gun, but we had'nt nary cap, For fear it might go off if we took a little nap; The orders were to challenge if anything comes by — Who comes there ? You Rebel thief, stand 1 Deliver or die I Hurrah, &c. About half-past eleven — the moon was in a fog — Something went kerchug in the water, but it was only a frog: We looked around quick, a giant we did spy, To our staring eyeballs, at least twenty feet high 1 Hurrah, &c. 147- Who's there ? we shouted — Oh! he looked so awful big — On examination it proved to be a little pine twig. Next thing we challenged was an old hungry cow, Which we came very near shooting any how. Hurrah, &c. Twelve o'clock came, still no relief to this youth — We wanted a drink so bad we could'nt speak the truth ; But we screwed our courage up, said back down we would never, To stand picket guard three hours we would endeavor. Hurrah, &c. We longed to hear Woodbury clock strike one, For we knew then two-thirds of our watch would be done: But the hours were the longest that ever you did see — Every minute seemed a week to a dry man like me. Hurrah, &c. Our throat got drier, and drier, and drier — » The time to relieve guard seemed no nigher ; It got so very dark we began to get skeered — Oh! how we wished we had never volunteered. Hurrah, &c. We thought over all we had done in our life, Of all our wicked deeds before we took our wife, Resolved to be good the balance of our days, And never more indulge in youthful, sinful ways. Hurrah, &c. Oh! solitude, we said, where are your charms ? Let us but see some Rebels, we'd fly to our arms ; The very greatest enemy hail as a friend, And shoot any man Harry Gilmor might send. Hurrah, &c. The trees now and then seemed exactly like men, Singular, strange noises every now and then ; The more we tried to listen, the more we could'nt hear — We looked every which way to see if nobody was near. Hurrah, &c. • 148 The Sergeant kindly said we might lean against a tree — Oh! what a comfort to a fat man like me ; The print of the bark was all on our back, Striped like a zebra, with welts blue and black. Hurrah, &c. Eight to our left was a dense, close thicket, Major Horner was there, the next door picket — But we did'nt know that, or we could have had a song, Or a game of checkers to push old time along. Hurrah, &c. At last we heard Woodbury clock strike two — We crowed right out, Cock-a-doodle-doo — Soon we will be off this duty so hard, When they come along to relieve the picket guard. Hurrah, &c. We listened to the tramp — Oh! it was so long coming, Another hour we thought they had given us for funning; And when at last the relief did arrive, We were the gladdest dog you ever saw alive. Hurrah, &c. He marched us to the place where our comrades were, By this time we began to get over our big scare — They all gathered round to know our sad fate, Our experience as a picket to them we did relate. Hurrah, &c. Their hair stood on end to hear what we'd gone through, They trembled as they listened, and looked black and blue, Allowed it was terrible to be in such fear — It was awful treatment for a full Brigadier ! Hurrah, &c. They said we could lie down on the grass and sleep till five, And then wake up if we were alive, Scratch the gnats out of our hair, musquitoes from our eyes, And turn somersets till we saw the sun rise. Hurrah, &c. 149 As the day was breaking in the distance we did view, A statue of Napoleon Bonaparte, in form striking true — We rubbed pur eyes, stared to see if there was no mistake — It proved to be friend Kahler musing in a cane-brake. Hurrah, &c. If any one wanted to indulge in a wash, He could go down to the spring and there take a splash : The water is your mirror, after that take a drink Of the beverage, which is better than cock-tails — some think. Hurrah, &c. The toilet being over, for breakfast all rush — Who was that said fried chicken? Oh, hush 1 A hard loaf of bread, creamless coffee, scalding hot, Pork a foot thick — was all that we got. Hurrah, &c. Two or three pretty maidens came tripping thro' the grass; Our sentry stopped them, wanted to see their pass — We hoped they had some breakfast in their basket for us — But they were a black-berrying, so we let them pass without a fuss. Hurrah, &c. The cows did not come, so we had no cream, We looked up to the skies and on the milky-way did dream ; For a table-cloth we had two barrels and a board — This was the best Uncle Sam could afford. Hurrah, &c. Some bologna and cheese was sent by our better half, And a few buttered biscuits, which made us all laugh, But one thing important she forgot to send — It was an eye-opener, the true soldier's friend. Hurrah, &c, But city folks never had such an appetite, Hark tack and fat pork we could tear and bite ; Take a nap on the grass, swallow fat pork right down, Eat it raw, if it was only done a little brown. Hurrah, &c. 150 Nature here was beautiful, and clear was the sky, Every thing was lovely, and the goose hung high : As hard as we found it, we must candidly say, We should like to go a sodgering every other day. Hurrah, &c, We can become accustomed to any condition, Reconcile ourselves to every position, Eat sourkrout or roast beef, as the case may be — What a blessing it is so, soliloquized we. Hurrah, &c. But we had to leave Fort No. 6, and retire, Not from assault, starvation or Rebel fire — The colored boomelallies in our place had to come, So Fort No. 5 we took, and made our home. Hurrah, &c. Next door to a grave-yard, Oh ! sorry day 1 We prayed in this Fort we might not long stay ; It was about as bad as our first picket post, At any time of night you might see a ghost. Hurrah, &c. The Colonel Commander of this said Fort, Was one of the b'hoys of the right sort — Invited us to supper — sardines in a box, Which soon into flinders our friend Horner knocks. Hurrah, &c We were with U. S. League, under Captain Lee, As noble a clever fellow as you or me dare be, We breakfasted together, among the grave-stones, But there was nary picking spring-chicken bones. Hurrah, &c. We had to get a pass to come in to see our wife — A soldier's life is not always gay, you may bet your life- If you don't return when your time and pass is out, You'll catch lamb and^eas, and no sourkrout. Hurrah, &c. 151 The Secesh at the Park of water would not let us sup, Put a pad-lock on pump, so no use for our tin cup ; When they get down with Lazarus, and want a drink, We hope they will, as they roll round, their parched tongues, on the " Anderson League" think. Hurrah, &c. But there is one family, with pleasure we must mention, Who extend to us, the most grateful attention ; Whose kind fair loyal faces, should be placed in golden frames, And every one honor and bless the name of Ames. Hurrah, &c. We cannot name all the Leagues who nobly did their duty. Who saved Baltimore from Eebel raid and booty, They to a man promptly turned out on that day, To them my poor muse will all homage pay. Hurrah, &c. We soldiered till the Rebels had all gone away — General Wallace said we need not longer stay ; Old Maryland was safe — Washington and Baltimore — The Union Leagues he praised for their aid o'er and o'er : — said with an army like them the Union he'd restore, and if the Rebs came again he would call on us once more 1 Hurrah. &c.