The Bonnie Flag with the Stripes and Stars
Words: Col. J.L. Geddes of the Eight Iowa Infantry
Music: Henry Werner (i.e., Charles Balmer)

We’re fighting for our Union,
we’re fighting for our trust
We’re fighting for that happy land
where sleeps our Fathers dust
It cannot be dissever’d tho’
it cost us bloody wars
We never can give up the land where
float the Stripes and Stars

We treated you as brothers untill
you drew the sword,
With impious hands at Sumpter you
cut the silver cord,
So now you hear our bugles we come
the sons of Mars,
We rally round that brave old flag
which bears the Stripes and Stars

We do not want your cotton,
we care not for your slaves,
But rather than divide this land,
we’ll fill your southern graves
With Lincoln for our chieftain,
we’ll wear our countrys scars
We rally round that brave old flag,
that bears the Stripes and Stars

We deem our cause most holy,
we know we’re in the right
And twenty millions of freemen
stand ready for the fight
Our bride is fair Columbia,
no stain her beauty mars
O’er her we’ll raise that brave old flag,
which bears the Stripes and Stars!

And when this war is over,
we’ll each resume our home
And treat you still as brothers
where ever you may roam
We’ll pledge the hand of friendshi,
and think no more of wars
But dwell in peace beneath the flag,
that bears the Stripes and Stars!

Chorus:
Hurrah, hurrah, for equal rights hurrah
Hurrah for the brave old flag that
bears the Stripes and Stars!

Good-bye Broadway, Hello France!
Words: C. Francis Reisner, Benny Davis
Music: Baskette, Billy

1. Good-bye New-York town, good-bye Miss Liberty,
Your light of freedom will guide us across the sea,
Ev’ry soldier’s sweetheart bidding good-bye
Ev’ry soldier’s mother drying her eye,
Cheer up we’ll soon be there,
Singing this Yankee air:

2.
Vive Pershing is the cry across the sea,
We’re united in this fight for liberty,
France sent us a soldier, brave La Fayette,
Whose deeds and fame we cannot forget,
Now that we have the chance
We’ll pay our debt to France

Refrain:
Good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re ten million strong,
Good-bye sweethearts, wives and mothers,
It won’t take us long,
Don’t you worry while we’re there
It’s for you we’re fighting too,
So Good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re going to square our debt to you.

(ad lib.)
Good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re ten million strong,
Good-bye sweethearts, wives and mothers,
It won’t take us long,
Don’t you worry while we’re there
It’s you we’re fighting for,
So Good-bye Broadway, Hello France,
We’re going to help you win this waar

Title: Knot of blue and gray
Music: T. Brigham Bishop

You ask me why upon my breast unchang’d from day to day,
Link’d side by side in this broad band,
I wear the blue and gray,

I had two brothers long ago,
Two brothers bright and gay,
One wore the coat of northern blue,
And one the coat of southern gray,
One heard the roll-call of the south,
And link’d his fate with Lee,
The other bore the stars and stripes,
With Sherman to the sea

Each fought for what he deem’d the right,
And fell with sword in hand;
One sleeps amid Virginia’s hills,
And one by Georgia’s strand,
The same sun shines on both their graves,
And rests o’er hill and plain
And in my dreams of vanished days
Both brothers live again

Refrain:
And that is why upon my breast unchanged from day to day,
Link’d side by side in this broad band,
I wear a knot of blue and gray.

Break It Gently to My Mother
Words by Mary A. Griffith
Music by Fredk. Buckley
Boston: Henry Tolman, c1863.

At the head of the title:

This ballad was suggested by the following
incident. On the battle-field of Gettysburg, among
many of our wounded soldiers was a young man the
only son of an aged mother. Hearing the surgeon
tell his companions that he could not survive the
ensuing night, he placed his hand upon his forehead,
talking continually of his mother and sister, and said
to his comrades assembled around him, “Break it gently
to my mother.”

1.
See! ere the sun sinks behind those hills,
Ere darkness the earth doth cover,
You will lay me low, in the cold, damp ground,
Break it gently to my mother!
I see her sweet sad face on me now,
And a smile doth o’er it hover;
Oh God! I would spare the tears that will flow;
Break it gently to my mother.

2.
Oh, say that in battle I’ve nobly died,
For Right and our Country’s honor;
Like the reaper’s grain fell the deaden rain,
Yet God saved our starry banner!
My sister, playmate of boyhood’s years,
Will lament her fallen brother;
She must try to soothe our parent’s woe;
Break it gently to my mother.

Chorus:
Good bye, my mother ever dear;
sister, you loved your brother;
Comrades, I take a last farewell;
Break it gently to my mother.

The last broadside
Words: Elizabeth T. Porter Beach
Music: Frederick Buckley

Shall we give them a broadside my boys as she goes?
Shall we send yet another to tell
In iron tongued words, to Columbia’s foes
How bravely her sons say “farewell?”
“Ay! what tho’ we sink ‘neath the turbulent wave
‘Tis with “duty and right” at the helm
And over the form should the fierce waters rave
No tide can the spirit d’erwhelm!
No tide can the spirit o’erwhelm!

“Shall we give them a broadside once more my brave men?”
“Ay! ay!” rose the full, earnest cry!
“A broadside, a broadside we’ll give them again
Then, for God and the right nobly die!”
“Haste! haste!” for amid all that battering din
Comes a gurgling sound fraught with fear
As swift flowing waters pour rushingly in
Up! up ’till the portholes they near!
Up! up! ’till the portholes they near!

No blenching, no falt’ring! still fearless all seem
Each man firm to duty doth bide
A flash! and a broadside! a shout! a careen!
And the “Cumberland” sinks ‘neath the tide
The “Star spangled banner” still bloating above
As a beacon upon the dark wave!
Our ensign of glory, proud streaming in love
O’er the tomb of the loyal and brave
O’er the tomb of the loyal and brave

Bold hearts! mighty spirits! “tried gold” of our land
A halo of glory your meed
All honor’d the noble soul’d Cumberland band
So true in Columbia’s need
Bold hearts! mighty spirits! “tried gold” of our land
A halo of glory your meed
All honor’d the noble soul’d Cumberland band

Take back the heart
Words & Music: Claribel

Take back the heart that thou gavest
What is my anguish to thee
Take back the freedom thou cravest
Leaving the fetters to me
Take back the vows thou hast spoken
Fling them aside and be free
Smile o’er each pitiful token
Leaving the sorrow for me
Drink deep of life’s fond illusion
Gaze on the storm cloud and flee
Swiftly thro’ strife and confusion
Leaving the burden to me

Then when at last overtaken
Time flings its fetters o’er thee
Come with a trust still unshaken
Come back captive to me
Come back in sadness or sorrow
Once more my darling to be
Come as of old, love to borrow
Glimpses of sunlight from me
Love shall resume her dominion
Striving no more to be free
When on her world weary pinion
Flies back my lost love to me

Rising of the people
Words: N.P. Beers
Music: M. Colburn

The drum tap rattles thro’ the land
The trumpet calls to arms
A startled nation stands aghast
Unsused to war’s alarms
Ho! watchman on the outer wall
What danger do you see?
“To arms, to arms!” the sentry cries
“To arms if you’d be free!”
“To arms, to arms!” the sentry cries
“To arms if you’d be free!”

Hark! heard you not that booming gun?
‘Twas aim’d at Sumter’s walls!
To arms, to arms! the cry speeds on
To arms! or freedom falls!
For on those walls our banner floats
Assail’d by traitor band
To arms, to arms! a nation shouts
To arms! for freedom stand!

They come, they come with patriot zeal
From workshop, store and farm
Resolv’d to save their country’s flag
And traitor foes disarm!
Like ocean’s roar their voices swell
From plain to mountain crag
Union and liberty they cry
One country and one flag!

With gath’ring strength they onward march
Their country’s flag to shield
Its starry fold they bear aloft
On many a battle field!
They stand as once our fathers stood
They scorn from foe to fly
For freedom and Columbia’s flag
They conquer or they die!

God speed our noble, gallant band
Of heroes, true and brave
March on, mach on! till o’er our land
The stripes and stars shall wave!
Great God of battles, bless our cause
Bring peace from war’s alarms!
Protect and guide us by thy might
‘Till vict’ry crowns our arms!

Refrain:
“To arms, to arms!” the sentry cries
“To arms if you’d be free!”
“To arms, to arms!” the sentry cries
“To arms if you’d be free!”

Kathleen Mavourneen
Words and Music: Crouch, Frederick Nicholls, 1808-1896

Kathleen, Mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill;
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking;
Kathleen, Mavourneen, What! slumbering still?
Oh! hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh! hast thou forgotten, this day we must part;
It may be for years, and it may be forever?
Oh! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever?
Oh! why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen?

Kathleen, Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun’s golden light;
Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night
Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part,
It may be for years, and it may be forever?
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen?

The lament of the Irish emigrant
Words: Mrs. Price Blackwood
Music: William R. Dempster

I’m sitting on the stile Mary,
where we sat side by side
On a bright May morning long ago
when first you were my bride
The corn was spring fresh and green
and the lark sang loud and high
And the red was on thy lip Mary,
and the love light in your eye

The place is little chang’d, Mary,
the day as bright as then
The lark’s loud song is in my ear,
and the corn is green again
But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,
and your breath warm on my cheek
And I still keep list’ning for the
words my never more may speak

‘Tis but a step down yonder lane,
and the little church stands near
The church where we were wed, Mary,
I see the spire from here
But the graveyard lies between, Mary,
and my step might break your rest
For I’ve laid you darling down to sleep,
with your baby on your breast

I’m very lonely now, Mary,
for the poor make no new friends
But oh! they love them better far,
the few our father sends!
And you were all I had, Mary,
my blessing and my pride
There’s nothing left to care for now,
since my poor Mary dies

Your’s was the brave good heart, Mary,
that still kept hoping on
When the trust in God had left my soul
and my arm’s young strength had gone
There was comfort ever on your lip and
the kind look on your brow
I bless you for that same, Mary,
though you can’t hear me now

I thank you for that patient smile when
your heart was fit to break
When the hunger pain was gnawing there and
you bid it, for my sake
I bless you for the pleasant word when your
heart was sad and sore
Oh I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,
where grief can’t reach you more

I’m bidding you a long farewell, my Mary,
kind and true
But I’ll not forget you darling in the
land I’m going to
They say there’s bread and work for
all and the sun shines always there
But I’ll not forget old Ireland where
it fifty times as fair

And often in those grand old woods
I’ll sit and shut my eyes
And my heart will travel back again
to the place where Mary lies
And I’ll think I see the little
stile where we sat side by side
And the springing corn and the bright
May morn when first you were my bride.

The last of the Alabama
Words & music: Eastburn

Off Cherbourg Port one summer day
Our noble ship the Kearsarge lay
Quite anxious her respects to pay
Unto the Alabama
She had as bold and brave a crew
As ever sail’d o’er ocean blue
Whose hearts were bent on “putting through”
The pirate Alabama

Brave Captain Semmes had saild the sea
O’er many a merchant vessel he
Had won a brilliant victory
With his great Alabama
He had a thieving British crew
Who unto nature’s instinct true
Could pillage, rob and murder too
Upon his Alabama

Her guns were cast in British sand
By British sailors they were manned
And British shipwrights built and planned
Thie pirate Alabama
And let the truth be plainly told
How she was bought with British gold
By British merchants armed and coaled
This pirate Alabama

So Captain Semmes quite confident
That British crews was excellent
Sent out a challenge insolent
From his great Alabama
And boastingly did he aver
He’d meet the Kearsarge, punish her
And “thrashing sound” administer
With his dear Alabama

Poor devil! little had he thought
The combat which he had besought
Could end in victory for aught
Save his great Alabama
So steaming outward in the bay
To where the gallant Kearsarge lay
Went dashing from her bow the spray
The pirate Alabama

The ship for action was prepared
The “Stars and stripes” raised overhead
From cannons mouth a ball was sped
Unto the Alabama
Then flew a storm of iron hail
Which caused the pirate crew to quail
As “Winslow” boldly did assail
The pirate Alabama

The battle raged an hour or so
When Captain Semmes began to show
That he had met his overthrow
And lost his Alabama
Then “Winslow” in her hull, did pour
A broadside as she steered for shore
She sunk, and Semmes shall never more
Behold his Alabama

The coward “Deerhound” now bereft
Of hope, commenced her sneaking theft
And stole what pris’ners we had left
From the great Alabama
A day of reck’ning yet will come
When Yankee fife, and Yankee drum
Will cause the British to succumb
And give up Alabama

Now Britishers do you beware
And don’t to combat Yankee’s dare
Or you perhaps the fate may share
Of Semmes’ Alabama
For “Uncle Sam” will never stand
And insult on the sea or land
The mand and ships at his command
Can sink all Alabama’s

Refrain:
Then mesmates let your voices swell
And let us now in the music tell
Of |Winslow” whom we love so well
Who sunk the Alabama

The Little Brown Jug
Words and Music by Eastburn (Joseph Eastburn Winner)
Philadelphia: J.E. Winner, c1869

1.
My wife and I lived all alone
In a little log hut we called our own;
She loved gin, and I loved rum,
I tell you what, we’d lots of fun.

2.
‘Tis you who makes my friends my foes,
‘Tis you who makes me wear old clothes;
Here you are, so near my nose,
So tip her up, and down she goes.

3.
When I go toiling to my farm,
I take little “Brown Jug” under my arm;
I place it under a shady tree,
Little “Brown Jug” ’tis you and me.

4.
If all the folks in Adam’s race,
Were gathered together in one place;
Then I’d prepare to shed a tear,
Before I’d part from you, my dear.

5.
If I’d a cow that gave such milk,
I’d clothe her in the finest silk;
I’d feed her on the choicest hay,
And milk her forty times a day.

6.
The rose is red, my nose is, too,
The violet’s blue, and so are you;
And yet I guess before I stop,
We’d better take another drop.

Chorus:
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
“Little brown jug” don’t I love thee;
Ha, ha ha, you and me,
“Little brown jug” don’t I love thee.

Dixie for the Union (tune of Camptown races)
Words: Frances J. Crosby
Music: Dan D. Emmett

On! ye patriots to the battle
Hear Fort Moultrie’s canon rattle
Then away, then away, then away to the fight!
Go meet those Southern Traitors with iron will
And should your courage falter boys
Remember Bunker Hill
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
The stars and stripes forever!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our Union shall not sever!

As our fathers crushed oppression
Deal with those who breathe Secession
Then away, then away, then away to the fight
Though Beauregard and Wigfall
Their swords may whet
Just tell them Major Anderson
Has not surrendered yet
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our Union shall not sever!

Is Virginia, too, seceeding?
Washington’s remains unheeding?
Then away, then away, then away to the fight
Unfold our country’s banner
In triumph there
And let the rebels desecrate
That banner if they dare
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our Union shall not sever!

Volunteers, be up and doing
Still the good old path pursuing
Then away, then away, then away to the fight
Your sires, who fought before you
Have led the way
Then follow in their footsteps
And be as brave as they
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our Union shall not sever!

On! ye patriots to the battle
Hear Fort Moultrie’s cannon rattle
Then away, then away, then away to the fight
The star that lights our Union
Shall never set!
Though fierce may be the conflict
We’ll gain the victory yet
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our Union shall not sever!

Sweet Emeline
Music arranged by Manuel Y. Ferrer
San Francisco: M. Gray, c1871

1. Sweet Emeline, thy youthful face
So fraught with love and childish grace
The light joy of ev’ry place, Sweet Emeline, Sweet Emeline,
Oft in the night, thy form I saw
And deemed thine eye the guiding star
Should lift my soul to realms afar;
Sweet Emeline, Sweet Emeline

2.
When angel hands bore thee away
This heart droop’d lower day by day
Of hope there came but one short day,
Sweet Emeline, Sweet Emeline
And as we trust, ‘midst winter’s June,
To see the bright and glorious June,
So do I trust to join thee soon,
Sweet Emeline, dear Emeline

Chorus:
O Sweet Emeline, so fair and bright
My star of e’en the darkest night
Yet still of thee I fondly dream
My only love, sweet Emeline, Sweet Emeline.

Beautiful Dreamer
Words and Music by Stephen C. Foster
New York: Wm. A. Pond, c1865

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dew-drops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelei;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn,

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Song of all songs
Words & music: Stephen Collins Foster

As you’ve walked through the town on a fine summer’s day
The subject I’ve got, you have seen, I dare say
Upon fences and railings, wherever you go
You’ll see the penny ballads sticking up, in a row
The titles to read you may stand for a while
And some are so odd, they will cause you to smile
I noted them down as I read them along
And I’ve put them together to make up my song

Refrain:
Old songs! New songs! Ev’ry kind of song
I noted them down as I read them along

2.
There was “Abraham’s Daughter”
“Going out upon a spree,”
With “Old Uncle Snow”
“In the Cottage by the sea;”
“If your foot is pretty, show it”
“At Lanigan’s Ball;”
And “Why did she leave him”
“Oh the raging Canawl?”
There was “Bonnie Annie” with
“A jockey hat and feather;”
“I don’t think much of you”
“We were boys and girls together.”
“Do they think of me at home?”
“I’ll be free and easy still;”
“Give us now a good Commander” with
“The sword of Bunker Hill.”

3.
“When this Cruel War is over,”
“No Irish need apply,”
“For, every thing is lovely,
and the Goose hangs high;”
“The Young Gal from New Jersey,”
“Oh, wilt thou be my bride?”
And “Oft in the Stilly Night”
“We’ll all take a ride.”
“Let me kiss him for his Mother,”
“He’s a Gay Young Gambolier;”
“I’m going to fight mit Sigel” and
“De bully Lager-bier.”
“Hunkey Boy is Yankee Doodle”
“When the Cannons loudly roar,”
“We are coming, Father Abraham, six hundred thousand more!”

4.
“In the days when I was hard up”
with “My Mary Ann,”
“My Johnny was a Shoemaker,” or
“Any other Man!”
“The Captain with his whiskers” and
“Annie of the Vale,”
Along with “Old Bob Ridley”
“A riding on a rail!”
“Rock me to sleep, Mother,”
“Going round the Horn;”
“I’m not myself at all,”
“I’m a Bachelor forlorn.”
“Mother, is the Battle over?”
“What are the men about?”
“How are you, Horace Greeley,”
“Does your Mother know you’re out?”

5.
“We won’t go home till morning,” with
“The Bold Privateer,”
“Annie Lisle” and “Zouave Johnny”
“Riding in a Railroad Kerr;”
“We are coming, Sister Mary,” with
“The Folks that put on airs.”
“We are marching along” with
“The Four-and-thirty Stars;”
“On the other side of Jordan”
“Don’t fly your Kite too high!”
“Jenny’s coming o’er the Green,” to
“Root Hog or die!”
“Our Union’s Starry Banner,”
“The Flag of Washington,”
Shall float victorious o’er the land
from Maine to Oregon!

The Green Mountain Yankee
Words & Music: L. Heath

I’m right from the mountain just from Vermont
My visit to Boston I now recount
Some notions of trade was my intention
And I went to look at the great convention
And when I got there I do declare
The whole community at me did stare
Just cause I was from Vermont

The temperance folks than hail came faster
And formed a procession in the old cow pasture
Their temperance flags and banners displaying
While the bands of music kept all the time playing
Hail Columbia happy land
Hail Columbia happy land

Till they came to the state house to discuss
The curses of rum and a tarnal fuss
They made about alcohol reigning oe’r us
And they sang a long tune and this was the chorus
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful
O that will be joyful when young men drink no more

Says I cold water isn’t quite to my mind
I went to the place where pledges were signed
They got me a pledge and gave me a quill
Catch a weazle asleep (I’ll be hanged if I will)
for I will drink cold water when I see fit to do it
And when I want it hotter I’ll add some ginger to it

Howsoever their talking such candor evinced
Of their own reformation that I was convinced
Of the evil it brings on us all as one
Says I thats OK and faith it was done
The pledge the pledge I then did sign
And left my brandy rum and wine
And joined the temperance union
And joined the temperance union

With the pledge in my pocket I strides for home
To establish society there of my own
For to put down the sarpently thing
The galls turned out and helped my to sing
O come resign your ruby wine
Ye smiling sons and daughter’s
For there’s nothing so good for the youthful blood
As the pure and the sparkling waters

But old deacon Simpkins he loved his cup
Of rum and molasses and he would’nt give up
He said he was willing the pledge to sign
If just allow’d to drink cider and wine
Will you, will you, will you,
will you come sign the pledge
Will you, will you, will you,
will you come sign the pledge

Now deacon said I you must come to it
With moral suasion I made him do it
By saying if he would I’d marry his daughter
And he quickly agreed to drink nothing but water
And leave his brandy, rum and porter
Sign the pledge and drink cold water
Clear the track, clear the track,
clear the track of rum and porter
Sign the pledge and drink cold water

Now the slickest notion I’ve found in my life
Was signing the pledge and it got me a wife
I’ll preach against rum as long as I’ve breath
And the pesky old critter I’ll fight until death
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful
O that will be joyful when mankind drink no more

It was Summer Time in Dixieland
Words by Harry S. Marion
Music by Edwin F. Kendall
New York: Theatrical Music Supply, c1904

1.
Nightingales were singing love songs down in Dixieland,
When I shisper’d soft and low that story old,
To a little Southern lassie who had grown to understand
That I loved her, loved her with a love untold;
Ev’ning bells were sweetly ringing o’er
the cotton fields of white,
As the summer sun was sinking in the sky,
And it seemed the moon was rising with a softer light;
When it saw us in the gloaming Rose and I.

2.
In dear Dixieland my home land, when it’s summertime,
To the parish church my Rose and I will go,
And our hearts will beat in measure to the
welcome joy bells’ chime,
As we clasp our hands, our eyes with love aglow;
There’s a cottage clad with ivy where at eve we’re often seen,
And I told her that I’d like to taker her there some day,
And I mean to keep my promise to my wife, my queen;
There in happiness I’ll live with her alway.

Chorus:
It was summer-time in Dixie, when she whispered
soft and low
That she loved me and I’d won her heart and hand,
When I kissed the fairest flow’r ever grown in
southern bow’r,
It was summer-time in Dix, Dixie land.

When Johnny Comes Marching Home
Words and Music by Louis Lambert
Boston: Henry Tolman, c1863

1.
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies, they will all turn out
Chorus: And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

2.
The old church bell will peal with joy,
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say,
With roses they will strew the way
Chorus: And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

3.
Get ready for the Jubilee
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
We’ll give the hero three times three;
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now,
To place upon his loyal brow,
Chorus: And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

4.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display;
Chorus: Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,
Chorus: And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

My Pony Boy
Words: Bobby Heath
Music: Charley O’Donnell

Way out west, in a nest from the rest dwelt
the bestest little Broncho Boy;
He could ride, he could glide o’er the
prairies like an arrow.
Ev’ry maid in the glade, was afraid he would
trade his little heart away,
So each little peach made a nice little speech
of love to him.

Till one day, out that way, so they say, came to stay a
Fluffy Ruffle girl.
She made eyes, she surprised, and he found his
heart was lassoed.
When he thought he was caught, how he fought,
but she taught this pony boy to love.
But he balked when she talked of a trip to New York,
so she sang to him:

Chorus:
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won’t you be my Tony Boy?
Don’t say no. Here we go off across the plains;
Marry me, carry me right away with you-
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, Whoa! My Pony Boy.

K-K-K-Katy
Words and Music: Geoffrey O’Hara

Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate, Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade,
Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk,
Stuttered ev’ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at eight,
He was there at Katy’s gate,
Stuttering to her this love sick cry.

No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and sweet,
That’s what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now he’s off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he’d like to take a chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv’ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off France.

Refrain:
“K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cow shed,
I’ll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.”

O give us a navy of iron
Words: D. Brainerd Williamson
Music: James W. Porter

O give us a navy of iron
And to man it our Yankee lads
And we’ll conquer the world’s broad oceans
With our navy of iron clads
Then adieu to Britannia’s power
We’ll crush it whenever we please
The lion shall yeld to the eagle
And Columbia shall rule the sea’s

Old England the foe of our fathers
The foe of their children today
Is gloating in hopes that our Union
In darkness is passing away
But treason shall die in its ashes
And stronger than ever before
We’ll turn on the jealous old tyrant
And punish John bull at his door

And where in the wide world a nation
That could cope with out iron jacks!
We would sweep all their seas and harbors
Of their warriors and Merrimacs
Then give us a navy of iron
And we’ll fling our flag to the breeze
And prove to the despots of Europe
That freedom must reign on the seas.

Refrain
O give us a navy of iron
And to man it our Yankee lads
And we’ll conquer the world’s broad oceans
With our navy of iron clads
Then adieu to Britannia’s power
We’ll crush it whenever we please
The lion shall yeld to the eagle
And Columbia shall rule the sea’s

Battle cry of freedom
Words and music: George F. Root

1.
Yes we’ll rally round the flag, boys,
we’ll rally once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And we bear the glorious stars for the
Union and the right,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

2.
We will meet the rebel host, boys,
with fearless heart and true,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And we’ll show what Uncle Sam has for
loyal men to do,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

3.
If we fall amid the fray, boys,
we’ll face them to the last,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And our comrades brave shall hear us,
as they go rushing past,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

4.
Yes, for Liberty and Union we’re springing
to the fight,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom,
And the vict’ry shall be ours, for we’re
rising in our might,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom

Refrain:
The Union forever, Hurrah! boys, Hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
For we’re marching to the field boys,
going to the fight,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom!

Battle-Cry of Freedom
Words by Wm. H. Barnes
Music by H.L. Schreiner

1.
Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom;
Beneath it oft we’ve conquer’d and will conquer oft again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom.

Chorus:
Our Dixie forever, she’s never at a loss,
Down with the eagle and up with the cross;
We’ll rally ’round the bonny flag, we’ll rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.

2.
Our gallant boys have marched to the rolling of the drum
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom
And leaders in charge cry, “come boys come,”
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom

Chorus:

3.
They have laid down their lives on the bloody battle-field,
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom
Their mottis is resistance– “To tyrants we’ll not yield,”
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom

Chorus:

4. While our boys have responded and to the field have gone
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom
Our noble women also have aided them at home,
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom

Chorus:

Our women forever, God bless them, huzza!
With their smiles and favors, they aid us in the war;
In the tent and on the battle-field, the boys remember them,
And cheer for the daughters of freedoom.

5.
Let the joyous sound re-echo o’er the land and o’er the sea
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom
Our Southern sky is brightening and soon we will be free
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom

Chorus:
Our Dixie forever, &c.

Words: Francis Scott Key
Music: John Stafford Smith

O say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming
Whose broad stripes & bright stars thro’ the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there
O! say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave

On the shore dimly seen thro’ the mists 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 in the stream
‘Tis the star spangled banner O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country shall leave us no more
Their blood has wash’d 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

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home, and the wars desolation
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the pow’r that hath made and preserv’d 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

Stars and stripes forever
Words & music: John Philip Sousa

1.
Let martial note in triumph float,
And liberty extend its mighty hand
A flag appears, ‘mid thund’rous cheers,
The banner of the western land.
The emblem of the brave and true,
Its folds protect no tyrant crew,
The red and white and starry blue,
Is freedom’s shield and hope.
Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation,
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom’s nation.

2.
Let eagle shriek from lofty peak,
The neverending watchword of our land.
Let summer breeze waft through the trees
The echo of the chorus grand.
Sing out for liberty and light,
Sing out for freedom and the right,
Sing out for Union and its might,
Oh, patriotic sons!
Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation,
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom’s nation.

Refrain:
Hurrah for the flag of the free,
May it wave as our standard forever,
The gem of the land and the sea,
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with mighty endeavor,
Proclaim’d as they march’d to the fray,
That by their might, and by their right,
It waves forever!

Glory, Hallelujah
Words by Julia Ward Howe
Music by William Steffe
Boston: Oliver Ditson, c1861

1.
Ellsworth’s body lies a mould’ring in the grave,
(alternatively, John Brown’s body lies a
mould’ring in the grave)
Ellsworth’s body lies a mould’ring in the grave,
Ellsworth’s body lies a mould’ring in the grave,
His soul is marching on!

2.
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of Heaven are looking kindly down,
On the grave of poor Ellsworth!
(alternatively, On the grave of old John Brown!)

3.
He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
His soul is marching on!

4.
Ellsworth’s knapsack is strapped upon his back,
(alternatively, John Brown’s knapsack is
strapped upon his back)
Ellsworth’s knapsack is strapped upon his back,
Ellsworth’s knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul is marching on.

5.
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
His pet lambs will meet him on the way,
And they’ll go marching on.

6.
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree,
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree,
They will hang Jeff Davis to a tree,
As they march along.

7.
Let’s give three good rousing cheers for the union,
Let’s give three good rousing cheers for the union,
Let’s give three good rousing cheers for the union,
As we’re marching on.
Chorus. Glory, &c.
Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah!

Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.

Words dedicated to and sung by the
Fourth Battalion of Rifles. 13th
Regiment Massachusetts Volunteers

1.
Cheer for the banner as we rally ‘neath its stars,
As we join the Northern legion and are off for the wars,
Ready for the onset, for bullet, blood and scars!
Cheer for the dear old flag!

Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
Glory to the soldiers she is sending forth!
Glory! Glory! Glory for the North!
They’ll conquer as they go.

2.
Cheer for the sweethearts we are now forced to leave,
Think of us, lassies, but for us don’t grieve,
Bright be the garlands that for us you’ll weave,
When we return to your smiles.
Chorus:

3.
Blank looks in Dixie when Northern troops come!
Sad hearts in Dixie when they hear the victor’s drum!
Pale cheeks in Dixie when rattle, shell and bomb,
And down goes the Dixie rag!
Chorus:

4.
Swift heels in Dixie, but swifter on their track!
We’ll meet them on their stumping ground and
quickly drive ’em back!
Nimble feet in Dixie when they hear the rifle’s crack
Of the Old Bay States’ Thirteenth!
Chorus:

Down by the Old Mill Stream
Words and Music by Tell Taylor
Chicago: Tell Taylor, c1910

My darling I am dreaming of the days gone by,
When you and I were sweethearts beneath the summer sky;
Your hair has turned to silver the gold has faded too;
But still I will remember, where I first met you.

The old mill wheel is silent and has fallen down,
The old oak tree has withered and lies there on the ground;
While you and I are sweethearts the same as days of yore;
Although we’ve been together, forty years and more.

Chorus:
Down by the old mill stream where I first met you,
With your eyes of blue, dressed in gingham too,
It was there I knew that you loved me true,
You were sixteen, my village queen, by the old mill stream

Pop goes the Weasel
Arranger: Charles Twiggs

When de night walks in, as black as a sheep,
And de hen and her eggs am fast asleep,
Den into her nest with a sarpent’s creep,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”
Oh all de dance dat ebber was plann’d
To galvanize de heel and de hand,
Dar’s none dat moves so gay and grand
As “Pop goes the Weasel.”
De lover, when he pants t’rough fear,
To pop de question to his dear,
He joins dis dance, den in her ear,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”

Queen Victoria’s very sick,
Napoleon’s got the measels,
Sebastopol is won at last,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”
All around the cobblers house,
The monkey chased the people,
The minister kiss’d the deacons wife,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”
A penny for a ball of thread,
A farthing for a needle,
That’s the way the money goes,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”

John Bull tells, in de ole cows hum,
How Uncle Sam used Uncle Tom,
While he makes some white slaves at home,
By “Pop goes de Weasel.”
He talks about a friendly trip
To Cuba in a steam warship,
But Uncle Sam may make him skip
By “Pop goes de Weasel.”
He’s senging forth his iron houds
To bark us off de fishin’ grounds,
He’d best beware of Freedom’s sounds
Ob “Pop goes de Weasel.”

De temperance folks from Souf to Main,
Against all liquor spout and strain,
But when dey feels an ugly pain
Den “Pop goes de Weasel.”
All New York in rush now whirls
Whar de World’s Fair its flag unfurls,
But de best World’s Fair am when our girls
Dance “Pop goes de Weasel.”
Den form two lines as straight as a string,
Dance in and out, den three in a ring,
Dive under like de duck, and sing
“Pop goes de Weasel.”

My wife she is very sick,
The baby’s got the measles,
Sally’s got the whooping cough,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”
Forward two and balansay,
Cross hand with Sally Teazle,
Oh gracious what a time I had
Singing pop goes the Weasel.
All around the cobblers house,
The monkey chased the people,
The minister kiss’d the deacon’s wife,
“Pop goes de Weasel.”

Come, birdie, come
Words & music: C.A. White

Beautiful bird of spring has come
Seeking a place to build his home
Warbling his song so light and free
Beautiful bird come live with me
Come live with me, you shall be free
If you will come and live with me
Come live with me, you shall be free
Beautiful bird, come live with me
I’m all alone, come live with me

Ye little birds that sit and sing
Many a thought of loved ones bring
Hov’ring around your tiny nest
Calling your loved ones home to rest
Oh! happy bird, no though of care
No aching heart, no grief to bear
Over the land, over the sea
Come change your home and live with me
Come change your home, no more to roam
Come change your home

Birdie, what makes you floy away
When I come near you, tell me, pray
I’ll not deceive you, you are free
If you should come and live with me
Now, birdie fly, fast to the sky
To your sweet home, for night is nigh
And when the sun shines o’er the lea
Bring thy sweet mate and live with me
Then we will sing, daylight to bring
Then we will sing

Refrain:
Come, birdie, come and live with me
We will be happy, light and free
You shall be all the world to me
Come, birdie, come and live with me
You shall be all the world to me
Come, birdie, come and live with me

Title: Mammy’s Little Coal Black Rose
Lyrics: Raymond Egan
Music: Richard A. Whiting

I heard a pickaninny crying
Down in Tennessee one night;
His little heart was nearly breaking
Just because he wasn’t white;
Then his dear old Mammy kiss’d him
And she said “Chile don’ you sigh
Weep no more, my baby,”
Then she sang a Dixie Lullaby:

And then I saw that dear old Mammy
Kiss those baby tears away
While in her arms the baby nestled
Happy as a child at play;
Then she whispered “Mammy loves you,
You’re as sweet as ‘possum pie,
Go to sleep, my honey, While your mammy sings a lullaby”

Chorus

You better dry your eyes, my little Coal Black Rose
(and don’t you cry)
You better go to sleep and let those eyelids cloes
(just hush a-by)
‘Cause you’re dark, don’t start apinin’
Your’re a cloud with a silver lining;
Tho’ ev’ry old crow thinks his babe am white as snow,
Your dear old Mammy knows you’re mighty like a rose;
And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you
(so curly que)
They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that’s true,
The reason you’re so black I ‘spose
They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois,
So don’t you cry, don’t you sigh,
‘Cause you’re mammy’s little Coal Black Rose.

Guard of land and sea
Words: T.E. Garrett
Music: F. Woolcott

Banner proudly floating over land and sea
Full of starry splendor, emblem of the free
Blood upon its border, white unspotted too
Still as true as heaven, gleams the radiant blue

Lo! the olden army freedom’s matchless band
‘Mid the roar of battle round that banner stand
O’er them tow’rs the eagle guard of land and sea
Bathed in golden sunlight, brooding victory

Oh! ye sons and daughters of the brave who fell
Prize the badge of glory, guard their banner well
‘Neath its folds a nation spreads from east to west
Bounded by the ocean, every climate blest!

Banner of our country, proud in peace or war!
Let them not be blotted, not a single star!
Ever, and forever peaceful may they be
Bound in happy union, all, from sea to sea

Refrain:
Banner proudly floating over land and sea
Full of starry splendor, emblem of the free
Banner proudly floating over land and sea
Full of starry splendor, emblem of the free
Banner proudly floating over land and sea
Full of starry splendor, emblem of the free

German words:

Banner wehst so herrlich ueber Land und Meer
Strahlst im Sternenschimmer als der Freien Wehr!
Blut schmuckt deine Falten, blendend Weiss den Saum
Und dein Blau glanzt lauter, wie der Himmelsraum

Sieh die alten Krieger, Wie sie freiheitskhun
In dem Schlacht gewuhle fur dies Banner gluhn
Oben thront der Adler, Schirmend Land und Meer
Schwelgt im Sonnenlichte, Btutet Sieg dem Heer

Ihr, fur die die Vater opferten ihr Blut
Schutzt das Pfand des Ruhmes, wahrt ihr Banner gut
Denn von Ost nach Westen deckt’s ein uppig Land
Dessen seite Grenzen nur das Meer umspannt!

Stolz in Krieg und Frieden soll dies Banner wehn
lasset in dem Kranze keinen Stern vergehn!
Mogen sie auf ewig glanzen ruhig und hehr
Und stets eng verbunden gluhn von Meer zu Meer!

Refrain:
Banner wehst so herrlich ueber Land und Meer
Strahlst im Sternenschimmer als der Freien Wehr!
Banner wehst so herrlich ueber Land und Meer
Strahlst im Sternenschimmer als der Freien Wehr!
Banner wehst so herrlich ueber Land und Meer
Strahlst im Sternenschimmer als der Freien Wehr!

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