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Horse Marines, with a hoo-way! Skedaddle, skedoodle, the Yankees will toddle ; Rush on them with pistol and Bowie — 0, skedaddle! Magedder march'd down through Galveston town. And placed his men on the shore, O ; And the fight then began when he fired the first gun, And the fleet replied with a roar, O, The Yankees' big shot flew fast, thick and hot. The two bayou boats went to butting like goats.

Right aboard of the Harriet Lane, O. Then flew the white flag o'er the Federal rag ; The Yankees cried stop! But General Bill Scurky, was in too great a hurry, To wait for a three hours' truce, O ; He bagged all ashore, and would have bagged more. Had any been lying around loose, O. Then rejoice! HespeclfiiUy inscribed to Maj. God bless our Southern land, God save our sea-girt land. And make us free. With Justice for our shield.

May we on battle field Never to foemen yield Our liberty. O Lord! When from our beauteous Ba He drove the foe. And may the gallant band Worthy in his command Ever to be, Have of Thy watchful care Ever a plenteous share. Inspiring each to dare For home and thee. Scatter our enemies. And make them fall!

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May we with joy record Thy mercies all. Air — Wandering Sailor. It was the sixth of April, just at the break of day, The drums and fifes were playing for us to march away; The feeling of that hour I do remember still, For the wounded and the dying that lay on Shiloh Hill. About the hour of sunrise the battle it began, And before the day had vanished we fought them hand to hand ; The horrors of the field did my heart with anguish fill. For the wounded and the dying that lay on Shiloh Hill. There were men of ev'ry nation laid on those bloody plains, Fathers, sons and brothers were numbered with the slain, That has caus'd so many homes with deep mourning to be fill'd.

All from the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill. The wounded men were crying for help from everywhere. While others, who were dying, were offering God their prayer, "Protect my wife and children, if it is thy holy will! And early the next morning', we were call'd to arms again, Unmindful of the wounded and unmindful of the slain. The struggle was renewed, and ten thousand men were kill'd ; This was the second conflict of the famous Shiloh Hill. The battle it raged on, though dead and dying men Lay thick all o'er the ground, on the. And from their deadly wounds their blood ran like a rill ; Such were the mournful sights that I saw on Shiloli Hill.

Before the day was ended the battle ceased to roar. And thousands of brave soldiers had fell to rise no more ; They left their vacant ranks for sftme other ones to fill, And now their mouldering bodies all lie on Shiloh Hill. Air — Oaks of Jamea Dames. Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song-—' Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound ; Come, give your attention, and hear what I say, While I tell of our victory on Galveston Bay.

But the glory and honor they never coidd claim. On the last of Decem. Near four in the morning the battle begun By our own brave old General, who shot the first gun— And all that dark morning the loud thundering roar Was heard of our batteries from oil of the shore. The sight of the batteries was gloomy and grand From off of the waters and off of the land ; And DeBray, our brave Colonel, commanded on shore While the batteries of Wilson and Pyrox did roar.

The brave Major Smith all our hosts did command — Then boarding the enemy fought hand to hand — But the struggle soon ended, for we gained the day — This was our victory on Galveston Bay, Our boats were supported by Sibley's Brigrde — The brave boys, like lions, of naught are afraid ; They'll fight like young tigers wherever they stand— They'll fight on our vv'aters or fight on our land. The fight now is over, and the Island we hold. With the harbor and vessels, as you have been told, And the greatest of victories, I think we jnay say.

Was achieved by Magkuder on Galveston Bay. You can never win us back. Tho' we perish on the track Of your endeavor — Tho' our corses strew the earth. Smiling now as on our birth. And tho' blood pollute each hearth, Now and ever. We have risen to a man. Stern and fearless ; Of your curses and your ban We are careless.

Every hand is on its knife, Every gun is primed for strife. Every palm contains a life, High and peerless. You have no such. You have no such statesmen In your abolition den, Marching on thro' foe and fen, Nothing dreading! We may fall beneath the fire Of your legions. Paid with gold for murderous hire. Bought allegiance. But for every drop you shed You shall have a mound of dead. So that vultures may be fed In your regions. Wrongs unshriven! By the Cross upon our banner— glory of our Southern sky — Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to live, or free to die!

By our brave ones lost in battle, best and noblest of our land. Fighting with your Northern hirelings, face to face and hand to hand; By a sacrifice so priceless, by the spirits of the slain — [vain. Swear we now, our Southron heroes shall not thus have died in Wide and deep the breach between us — rent by hatred's poison'd darts, And ye cannot now cement it with the blood of Southern hearts! Streams of gore that gulf shall widen, running strong and deep and red, Severing you from us forever, while there is a drop to shed. Think you we will brook the insults of your fierce and ruffian cliief Heap'd upon our dark-eyed daughters, stricken down and pale with grief!

Think you while astounded nations curse your malice, we will bear Foulest wrong. When we pray'd in peace to leave you, answering came a battle cry; Then we swore that oath which freemen never swear who fear to die! Its bold and defiant tone shows it to have been written by one who must have suffered greatly at the hands of the dog Butler. Am — A Life on the Ocean Warn. A life on the Vicksburg Hills, a home in the trenches deep, A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won't keep.

Like a Rebel caged I pine, and I dodge when the cannon roar, Bat give me corn dodgers and swine and I'll stay forevermore. Once more in trenches I stand, with my own far-carrying gun — If the fray should come hand to hand, I'll wager my rations I'll run; The trenches no longer we view, the shells have begun to fall, The sound I hate — don't you"? Air — Do they miss me at home. The shell exploded so near me It seemed best for me to run ; And altho' some laugh'd, as I crawfished, I could not discover the fun.

I often get up in the trenches, When some Yank is near out of sight. Altho' all may star there that will. That I never had fears of a shell. There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom's throne — And the free, the brave, the bold, guard thine honor as their own ; Ev'ry danger hast thou known that the battle's storm can fill — Thy glory hath not flown — we proudly wave thee still.

Ev'ry danger, etc. Floating in the morning light, Freedom's sun! Freedom's Star! O'er the land or the sea where the hurling waves are torn. Come all ye temper'd hearts of steel — come, quit your flocks and farms — Your sports, your pUys, your holidays, and hark, away to arm.

Your sports, your plays, your holidaya. Shall ne'er stay with his wife, And he that won't fight at his post. Shall ne'er stay with his wife! For love and honor are the same, they are so near alike, They neither can exist alone, but flourish side by side. Our country calls us to the field — let's not a moment stay; Gird on your arms with cheerfulness, and fearless march away. No foreign power shall us enslave — no Northern tyrant reign ; 'Twas independence made us free', and freedom we'll maintain. The rising world shall sing of us a thousand years to come, And children to their children tell what glories we have won.

Farewell, sweethearts! And when the war is over, boys, we'll then sit down at ease — We'll plow and sow, and reap and mow, and do just as we please. Stir up the camp fire bright ; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night ; Here Shenandoah brawls along. To swell the Brigade's rousing song Of " Stonewall Jackson's way. That's " Stonewall Jackson's way. Old Blue Light's going to pray ; Strangle the fool that dare to scoff! Fall in! Steady — the whole Brigade! Hill's at the ford cut off! We'll win His way out, ball and blade ; What matter if our shoes are worn!

What matter if our feet are torn! Pay off Ashby's score In Stonewall Jackson's way. Thy life shall not be all forlorn — The foe had better ne'er been born Than get in " Stonewall's way. Am — Scots wha hue. Arra'd in perfect panoply, Marshal'd well our ranks must be, Strike the blow for Liberty, Make the tyrants yield. Who is he that fears his power '? Who is he that dreads the bour? Who is he would basel,y cower, Let him flee for life.

Who is he that ready stands To fight for Texas and her lands — Him his country now commands Onward to the strife. Brave in spirits are our host. And our cause is nobly just — God of Battles is our trust In the dread affray. Galveston, August 4, Our country now is great and free, few days, few days ; And thus shall it ever be, we know the way; Northern foes may gather here, few days, few days ; We will protect what we hold dear, we know the way.

From mountain and from valley, forth, few days, few days ; We'll go to meet the open North, we know the way; The freedom that our fathers won, few days, few days ; Shall be defended by each son, we know the way. Then shout, then shout o'er hill and plain, few days, few days ; We will OLir country's rights maintain, we know the way; We'll always guard it with our might, few days, few days ; And keep it steadfast in the right, we know the way.

Just listen awhile, and give ear to my song Concerning this war, which will not take me long ; Old Lincoln, the blower, swore the Rebels he'd whip. Bat thanks to my stars, he has not done it yet, For it's hard times. Where Yankees and Southerners had their first fight ; We whipped them so badly, our boys thought it fun. And ever since then they have called it Bull Run! For we captured his cakes, his brandies and wine. Then we'd fine times. And he laid all the blame to the very hard times.

He boasted quite loudly the Rebels lie'd whip — But you see, my dear friends, he's not done it yet. For it's hard times. Yet there was another. There were Banks, Shields and Fremont, big generals all. So the day was ours you can see very clear ; Then he sent a dispatch to brave Greneral Lee, " Drive all the Yankees into eternity! Where they collected a formidable band. And swore to their fill that the Rebels they'd whip. But the Texans made them everlastingly " git!

In a bend of the river, near a big pond. The want of more news puts an end to my song. August 13, Air — Maid of Monterey. Upon Manassas' bloody plain a soldier boy lay dying! The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing ; The god of day had slowly sank beneath the verge of day. And the silver moon was gliding above the milky way. The stars were shining brightly, and the sky was calm and blue, O what a beautiful scene was this for human eyes to view!

The river roU'd in splendor, and the wavelets danc'd around, But the banks were strew'd with dead men and gory was the ground. And as the night breeze passed by, in whispers o'er the dead. Sweet memories of olden days came rushing to his head ; [lay, But his mind was weak and deaden'd, so he turn'd from where he As the Death- Angel flitted by, and call'd his soul away!

O, here's to South Carolina! Here's to South Carolina, drink it down, Here's to South Carolina, the first to open up the fray, Chorus — Drink it down, drink it down. Drink it down, down, down, down. O here's to Mississippi! O here's to Alabama! O here's to Florida State! O here's to Georgia State — drink it down. Here's to Greorgia State — altho' she is rather late. O here's to Louisiana! Here's to Louisiana — how glorious is her banner. O here's to gallant Texas! Here's to gallant Texas — the Yankees say " she vexes us.

Here's to brave Virginia — she'll hold up the Confederacy. O here's to Arkansas! Here's to Arkansas — for she'll break old Ab ram's jaw. O here's to North Carolina! Here's to North Carolina — with a whoop and a hurrah. O here's to Tennessee! Here's to Tennessee — for she's bound to be free. O here's to brave Missouri! Here's to brave Missouri — whose sons will ne'er sav die. O here's to old Kentuck! O here's to Maryland! O here's to our Magruder! To guard the brave with anxious eye, who sweetly dream and Perchance of home these sleepers dream, of sainted ones no longer here, [their ear : Whose mystic forms low bend unseen, and breathe soft whispers in Sleep on, sleep on, my comrades brave, quaff deep to-night of pleasure's cup.

Ere morning's crimson banners wave, and reveille shall rouse thee up. Tlie sporting winds and waves to-night seem tired of their bois'trous play, [lay: And armed ships, with signal lights, and bristling guns before me But not of ships nor battle-fields, with clash of arms and roll of drums — [comes. To softer scenes my spirit yields — to night a sweeter vision It is thine own beloved one!

D j Sucli tlio'ts my eyes with moisture fill, my bosom heaves, my pulses start ; [heart : Close down I'll press my gun, to still the wild emotions of my Hush! Black ruin marks his bloody way, and blazing homes have lit Go, husband! Than lay my heart I'd scorn to sleep beside a subjugated slave. Thy woman's soul is true and grand! Where ebbs the crimson stream of life — where quick and dead 'Mid bursting shell and squadron's dash, where broken ranks disordered fly — [lurid sky ; Where angry cannon's flash -on flash paints hell upon the Where many a brave shall sink to rest, and fondly cherish'd hopes will set, [bayonet.

There unalloy'd shall be our bliss ; we'll watch the sun give morn- ing birth, And, sinking, leave his parting kiss upon the dewy lip of earth. Fond dreams of home no longer stay, but fade like stars on Galveston, Texas, Feb. As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day, Said one to the other — " Let's kneel down and pray! Likewise for the Captains and Lieutenants too ; May good luck and good fortune them always attend! We'll pray for the pretty boys who want themselves wives, And have not the courage to strike for themselves ; May bad luck and bad fortune them always attend!

And always look at a Soldier with tears in their eyes ; May good luck and good fortune them always attend! O Soldiers! I've concluded to make a little song. And if I tell no falsehood there can be nothing wrong ; If any be offended at what I have to sing. Then surely his own conscience applys the bitter sting.

O how dy'e ye like the army, the Brass-mounted Army This highfaluting army, where eagle buttons rule? The facts as soldiers know them a stronger language speak. Whisky is a monster, and ruins great and small, But in our noble Army Head-quarters get it all ; They drink it when there's danger, altho' it seems too hard, But if a Private touches it they put him " under guard.

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And when we meet the ladies we're bound to go it sly — Head-quarters are the pudding, and the Privates are the pie! They issue Standing Orders to keep us all in line. For if im had a showing the 'brass would fail to shine. At every big plantation, or negro-holder's yard. Just to save the property the General puts a guard ; The sentry's then instructed to let no Private pass — The rich man's house and table are fix'd to suit the brass. But the poor man and widow must have a line or two ; For them no guard is station'd, their fences oft are burned.

And property molested, as long ago you've learned. The Army's now much richer than when the war begun, It furnishes three tables where once it had but one ; The first is richly loaded with chickens, goose and duck. The rest with pork and mutton, the third with good old Buck. Our Generals eat the poultry, and buy it very cheap. Our Colonels and our Majors devour the hog and sheep ; The Privates are contented except when they can steal, With beef and corn bread plenty to make a hearty meal.

Sometimes we get so hungry that we've bound to press a pig, Then the largest stump in Dixie we're sure to have to dig ; And when we fret an officer who wears long-legged boots. With neither judge nor jury we're put on "double roots. These things, and many others, are truly hard to me, But still I'll be contented, and fight for Liberty 1 And when the war is over, what a jolly time!

We'll be our own Commanders, and sing much sweeter rhymes. We'll see our loving sweethearts, and sometimes kiss them too, We'll eat the finest rations, and bid old Buck adieu ; There'll be no Tenerals with orders to compel. Long boots and eagle buttons, for ever fare ye well! And thus we'll leave the army, the Brass-mounted Army, This highfaluting army where eagle buttons rule. And boast it wnth far greater pride "than glittering wealth or fame ; 1 envy not the Northern girl her robes of beauty rare, Tho' diamonds grace her snowy neck, and pearls bedeck her hair.

Hurrah, hurrah for the Sauny South so dear, [wear. Three cheers for the homespun dress that the Southern ladies This homespun dress is plain I know, my hat's palmetto too. But then it shows what Southern girls for Southern Rights will do; We've sent the bravest of our land to battle with the foe, And we would lend a helping hand — we lovetlie South you know.

Now Northern goods are out of date, and since old Abe's blockade, We Southern girls will be content with goods that's Southern made: We scorn to wear a bit of lace, a bit of Northern silk. But make our homespun dresses up, and wear them with much grace. The Southern land's a glorious land, and ber's a glorious cause. Then here's three cheers for Southern Rights and for the Southern Boys! We have sent our sweethearts to the war, but, dear girls, never mind, Your soldier-love will not forget the girl he left behind. And now, young man, a word to you : If you would win the fair, Go to the field where honor calls and win your lady there ; Remember that our brijtrhtest smiles are for the true and brave, And that our tears fall for the one who fills a soldier's grave.

Hurrah, hurrah for the Sunny South so dear! TJiree cheers for the uniform that Southern Soldiers wear. In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers, Is heard the funereal tread, And darkly above it, the war-cloud lowers, And a requiem swells thro' its orange bowers, For the brave and noble dead : Then trail'd be the banners in dust. And muffl'd the martial drum. His sword in its scabbard shall rust. With Their coming no more will he come — The earth has received to her bosom it's trust — Ashes to ashes, and dust unto dust! In the sunniest realm of that beautiful land, Where spring-time her festival's keeping, Where the blossoms of summer in splendor expand, By the camp-fire light there's a sorrow bow'd band — Their leader forever is sleeping: Then plumed be their banners in black,- And softly the bugle be blown.

No more shall he be welcomed back By hearts that were twined to his own, 'Till the voice from the Kmg on his throne To the earth goeth forth, to give up her trust — Ashes to ashes, and dust unto dust! A sun has been lost from tliat bright constellation, Whose splendor illumines the sky : It sank as we gaz'd in lov'd admiration ; Its leaves were the glory and pride of the nation, 'Twas Liberty's symbol on high, And darkness now hangs on the face of the day : The illustrious Hero's at rest : But the fruit of his genius is left us to say How sublime was the Chief that is taken away ; How much of all hearts he possessed!

On New Mexico's mountains, his banners waved In the face of the haughtiest foe, — All dangers he scorn'd, and all odds had he brav'd, And victory seem'd on his banners engrav'd, When his genius directed the blow : Yal Verde! Massachusetts' black banner wav'd on Galveston's Strand, The roll of her drums echoed nightly, Sad sound to the Freemen who dwelt on the land, It was heard by his ear, it was caught by his band, A stain on our 'scutcheon unsightly : Night closed and morn came, what a change had been wrought!

What proud banner flloateth there now! And the cross of the South, morning's golden beam caught, Fresh laurels encircle his brow. At Bisland he stood, like a rock in the ocean That stems the strong waves on the shore. Calm and unmov'd, in the midst of commotion. Our army he sav'd by his dauntless devotion — What Chiefiain has ever done more? And 0, for the soldiers that bled with them there, Their country's strong bulwark and trust, United to do, and the courage to dare, In life they had borne all privations and care. In dust, undivided's their dust.

And Liberty's tree from the blood of the brave. In strength and in grandeur shall rise ; Its branches extend to each ocean's blue wave, And sacred its fruit o'er the patriot's grave ; How dearly that fruit shall we prize! Is the hero, O say, in that mystical world. Surrounded on Time's silent shore By the veteran dead, with their banners now f url'd — War's trumpet unblown, and his lances unhurl'd — Are they still with the chief they adore?

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Tom Green is no more! Near his home by the murmuring river — In the soil he sav'd, 'aeath his own Southern skies. Where praises from lips yet unborn shall arise. And bless him forever and ever. There let him sleep on, undisturb'd in repose. And cease for the hero to sigh — Life's morning was honor — in greatness it rose, 'Twas a sunset of splendor, that life?

O'er his hallow'd remains let no monument shine, To tell of the chieftain beneath it, His requiem hymn'd by the sorrow4oned pine, And wildly around it the jessamine twine, And flowers, bright flowers enwreath it ; The silently night-skies their soft dews will shed On the spring-flowers that garland his grave — One generous sigh for the bosom that bled. One generous tear for the fate of the dead, The noble, the true and the brave! His laurels were pure, and his honor unstained, He lov'd not war's crimson-dyed pall, His nature was peace while the olive ren'ained — Refus'd, then the long-baited lion unchain'd — Tom Gkeex was then greater than all.

Affection and love was the pulse of his breast, Ever quick at humanity's call — The widow and orphan his charities biess'd, The friend of the homeless the poor and distress'd, Tom Qreen was the idol of all. Galveston, Texas, May 28, Air — llie Harp that once, thro' Tara's Halls, 'Twas on that dark and fearful nioi-n That anxious hearts beat high! And many from their friends were torn Beneath the wintry sky.

But liark! Terrific — but sublime — Wafting some mortals to their graves, Far from their Xorthern clime. As the battle rag'd, voices high Echoed along the shore — For death or victory was nigh, Amid the battle's roar. The Yanks appeared to gain the ground— Their hopes were sure and high — Oai' little boats then hove in sight, Which ca,used their men to cry.

Magruder, for example sake, The cannon first did fire. When soon their boats were made to quake- When one embrac'd his sire. But were we favored? Sure we were, For victory was ours! Another one— deserving most — The brave and noble son! Sherman I thy country's pride! We bored the floor through and through, And it was then the whisky fi,ev. Luckett, Away, away dovvn South in Texas. The sentry being Wj9 to drill, Ne'er said a word till we got our fill, Away, away, away down South in Texas. And when we all got pretty full. We then began to act the fool.

Away, away, away down South in Texas. The object was to have a spree. So we tapt the liquor very free. When we began to get enough. We all did say, " what mean stuff! The " Kurnel " then got pretty mad, And said it was the best he had. The " Kurnel " thought that he was some, But he couldn't find out who got the rum. He rav'd, he charg'd, and search'd the quarters.

But all he found was grub and water, Away, away, away down South in Texas. As he don't like the way we do. We 'spect that he will put us through, Away, away, away down South in Texas. But if he wants to show his pluck, Let him give us another suck. Away, away, away down South in Texas ;.

And if, as before, it all ends right. We'll all get very, very tight! BY J, C. Am— SMloh Hill. Come, all you valiaut Home Guard, a story I will tell — 'Tis of a noted jouruey we all remember well : It was a f reeziug trip tliat caus'd c ir blood to chill. The Yankee drums were beating for us to march away; Th' exchanging of the pris'ners, on this I will not dwell, But of our uKide to NibleWs I now proceed to tell.

To NibleWs Bluff we started, not knowing well the 'Aay; The wading then commenced, and two hundred men grew cold — This was our first day's journey on our icy travels home. The freezing men were crying for help from everywhere, [ ray r; While others, who were dying, should have offered thanks in " To thaw my poor, freezing feet is now my'great desire :" Such were the words I heard that night there around the fire.

The wagons lumbered on, tho' the wet and tired men Stood thick all o'er the ground, on the hills and in the glen ; And from their freezing bodies sad voices you could hear, " Let me ride thro' this deep hole, I'll freeze to death, I fear! Before two weeks were ended our icy tramp was o'er, And for the boat we waited, resolv'd to walk no more ; We leave now this awful trip for some of those to walk Who think there's nothing in it when of it we do talk.

BY WM. Air — Susannah, don't you cry. We have other officers and Generals in command, To lead our gallant forces on, and give the right command ; Good old Magruder's our choice, and will help the Yankees roast So come and go along with us, and help defend the coast. O come along, my jolly boys, and help us all to fight — To go against old Uncle Abe I know that we are right ; So come along, my countrymen, and with us take your stand ; With help of God, we'll whip old Abe, and all his Yankee baud. Come volunteer, my brave, brave boys, and help to fight it out: We can whip the xlbolitionists, without a single doubt ; We are volunteers of Texas — we are the very chaps To whip the Abolitionists, and stop their "nutmeg" traps.

Come volunteer, my Texas boys, altho' you are forty-six — We'll whip old Abe and Buell, with all their Yankee tricks ; Their armies are invading us, and this we cannot stand. We must whip them back to Yankeedom, O come and take a hand. Come all of you brave Southerners, and join our common cause.

To go against old Lincoln and all his Yankee boys ; If we find them on the hills, or find them in their ditches, If you go along with us we'll whip them out their " britches. He would go along with us if he could only be promoted! There is the little lawyer! Now, there is the merchant! They will not go along with us to fight old Lincoln's bands. They remind me of a tale, perhaps you've heard yourself, While a woman fought a Ijear her husband hid himself ; The battle was fought, and the good old lady won it — Old man then came crawling out — " Old woman, hain't we done it!

To defend the coast of Texas we all feel now inclined ; We leave our wives and little ones in the care of those behind ; We hope that they'll prove faithful, and to their wants attend. And see that they're provided for while we defend the land. Farewell to wife and children! O here's to tlie soldier so gay! We left him on the crimson'd field, Where battle-storms had swept— We know the soldier's fate was seal'd — No wonder that we wept : Some have, perhaps, as nobly fought, And some as bravely fell.

Where the red sword its work hath wrought, But none we lov'd so well. O deem us not a faithless band. Who left him to the foe ; His latest accent of command, Was when he bade us go ; Yet one still linger'd near his side, To watch his fleeting breath, To mark the ebbing of life's tide; And pale approach of death.

But ere we left our Captain tliere. He gave us eacli a word, Some thought of kind, remembering care, — " Here, Warren, take my sword — You'll be their Captain now, you know ; But, friend, remember then," Said he, " how well I loved them ; Be faithful to my men! The gift is small. But with it goes my love. Good-bye, boys!

Heaven bless you all : I'm ordered up above, And there can be no countermand — I know my fate is seal'd! Air — Wake Snakes and Bite a Biskit. If the Yankees should pursue, We knew we should be captur'd if running we'd not do. To stop and give them battle we never tho't of it — The shot at us did rattle, so we tho't we'd better " git :" The Captain tried to rally us, and so did brave young Linn ; And Rader, too, with pistol drawn — Feiily next '' put in".

It tells of those who halted while going at full speed : First came Billy Eddms, with musket shot in thigh, He was told by the Yankees, "surrender now, or die! Yarhorough, too, with chalky cheek, was walking down the road— Tnelankees had to some extent reliev'd him of' his load ; His overcoat he had pnll'd off, and in his shirt he stood ; In woeful plight, he was a sight,— his face contain'd no blood. Then came the lively Lilly, with teeth hard set in wrath, To think that some had pass'd him by, but pick'd him up at last! But of the handsome Barton I must not fail to tell ; His graceful way of riding you all remember well : But to-day the fates concluded to stop his wild career, So from his horse was jolted by a musket from the rear.

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G reat is thy shame, great thy 'disgrace— R ise thou, Great Warrior, and show now thv face! U nder thy banner, nobly we'll fight! D are death in all shapes for Freedom and Right — E ven now have we done so on the broad open'sea — R ise, ye disgraced ones, your Galveston's free! Hear the summons, sons of Texas! Now the fierce invaders vex us. Come on, come on, come on for Texas! Daring, dauntless, reckless Ranger! First in glory, first in danger — Come on, come on for Texas! Where Baylor leads the foeman bleeds!

Then strike with him for Texas — Come on, come on, ye gallant sons of Texas! Awhile ago they dared defy us — Now they meet us but to fly us ; Bright the stars and bars are gleaming! Bright our future star is beaming! By base Butler's proclamation. By our sister's defamation — By the sword of justice sheathless, Be the fires of vengeance quenchless.

Let our martyr'd dead inspire you. And to deeds of daring fire you — Dare not pause 'till thrice their number In their graves dishonor'd slumber. Honor, safety, vengeance call you, Ere the tyrant's chains enthrall you — Cities burning, women wailing! Shall their tears be unavailing?

Fiercely now the vandals smiting, Southern homes his torch is blighting — Well he knows he'll conquer never, So Avould ruin us for ever.

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A Texan's name, who would not wear it? Well the foe has learned to fear it! Green the laurels for you springing, Bright the halo 'round you clinging. T5 Chosen by the gallant Moegajst! The North has heard the Texan slogan : Bangers ask not — give not q uarter! Be your pathway mark'd with slaughter! For a picayune a day and find myself. Far away, far away, far away, From de cotton land of Dixie. O, I'm gwine back to de old plantations.

To tell de boys ob my observations. Far away, far away, far away, Made by myself in de British Nation — I'll tell de trufe widout " sensation," Far away, etc. About de war and cotton " famine," Dey talk a heap of "twaddle and gammon," Far away, etc. For in dis English land I've bin in, Dey've got no cotton for de spinnin'.

Hard times, hard times, hard times. For de warehousemen of Manchester, De spinners too of Lancashire, Far away, etc. Some say, " make muslin widout cotton," Others "0 no, 'twill be too rotten ;" Talk away, talk away, talk away ; Some say, " from India we'll get plenty, From Egypt, Greenland and Ashantee, Far away, etc.

Far away, etc. For it will take six million bales For de mills ob England, Scotland, Wales, Spin away, spin away, spin away; To feed dere spinnin' mules and jennies, Dere boys and gals and yjickaninnies, Far away, etc. Now dis will take a time so long, 'Twill be like de horse in de ole man's song. Sing away, sing away, sing away, Dat he learn'd to lib widout corn or hay.

But he went dead dat bei-ry same day, Right away, etc. Away down South in Dixie. So let's keep on in de good ole way, And sing all night, and work all day, Hoe away, hoe away, hoe away, And plant de bressed cotton seed. Which do so many people feed, Boe away, hoe away, hoe av. O I'se gwine back to de land ob cotton. Sea Island seed and sandy bottom.

Far away, far away, far away, To de bressed 'and whar I was born, De land ob sugar, cotton and corn, Far away, far away, far away, Away down in Dixie. AiB — Bonnie Blue Flag. Dissevered from her sister States, begirt by foes around, And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground, Undaunted Texas now demands of each remaining son. To save from foul and robber hands the soil their fathers won. Chorus — Away, away, to battle fields afar! Away to the Bonnie Blue Flaof, that leads us on to war! Your homes, and land, and treasures all, entrust to boy and slave ; And hasten on, at duty's call, from ruin all to save!

Who comes to make your herds his spoil, and lay your hamlet low ; Around the wretches, as they fly, with circling lasso wheel. And drag them down to earth to die beneath vour Mustang's heel! We go to shield from ruffian hands the homes that Heaven " gave— We go their lov'd and loving bands from worse than death to save ; Our lips, that shared their last caress, shall swell the battle cry! Our hands they lingered still to press, with foeman blood we'll dye! The night-cloud had lower'd o'er Shiloh's red plain. And the blast howled sadly o'er wounded and slain ; The lightning flashed vividly, fiercely and proud, And glared thro' the mist of the smoke rnd the cloud- The thunder peal'd loudly from heaven's black sky, Where lately the cannon had peal'd the war-cry; The last gun had been fired, and its moaning sound Had died 'way in the distance, and echoed around.

Where the fight had rag'd fiercest, near a deep ravine. His life-blood was pouring from out a deep gash He'd received 'mid the battle's loud roar and fierce crash ; "O mother! I never thought this, When but a mere child I receiv'd thy sweet kiss — " That I'd die on a field all gory and red With the blood of the wounded, the dying and dead, With no friend or relation to cheer my dark way. But the forms of my dear comrades all lifelee s as clay, Xone to watch o'er me but the ghosts of the dead.

None to smooth down the death-pillow 'neath my poor head ; And sadly I think of my home in the South, When I roam'd a mere boy in the pride of my youth. But away with the thoughts of my joyous boyhood, I'll face the grim monster death with calm fortitude ; Then, mother, farewell! But remember your Charlie reigns proudly on high! Luna shone in royal splendor. Effulgent o'er the Texian tent — A sentinel, in strains so tender.

I'll die for her! Say in her cause my blood did flow— I died for her! On to the battle! If, when the figbt is done, be seen the flashing Of thy red sword and gun, 'mid sabres clashing, Be thy brow laurel-bound — glory o'er-arching Victors so nobly crown'd, from the red field marching. One morning, one morning, one morning in May. I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say, I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say, "I am a rebel prisoner, and Dixie is my home! O Mollie! That I left my poor mother far away to roam — I am a Rebel prisoner, and Dixie is my home!

There is no one in this wide world I love so well as you, There is no one in this wide world I love so well as you, I am a Rebel prisoner, and what shall I do? I could no longer stay, For hard times and the Federals drove me away, Hard times and Abe Lincoln have caus'd me to roam — I am a Rebel prisoner, and Dixie is my home! Am— Hail to the Chief. Hail to the Chief! In sullen obedience her people submitted To leaders who bade them to yield to the foe— Tlio' new and unwelcome the task to a Texan, To bear unresisting to bend to a blow — J3ut Magkuder.

Ho led them 'gainst hireling troops, that were shelter'd By vessels that claimed to be first in the world ; And on their strong bulwarks, for war triply guarded. An echo of pleasure it thrill ingly throws ; It cheers the lone hearts of the war-broken Texans, Who over those far-distant battle-fields roam, To know that the laurels they've won by their daring- Are shared by their brothers who linger'd at home. Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife, Far, far away I had to go, and live a soldier's life ; [break And when I bade them all farewell I thought my heart would To leave the group I love so well, all for my country's sake.

The briny tears did seem to flow, and eyes did seem to say, We all are brought to feel and know the horrors of the day; But if this war would only cease, and God would only bless. When the Northmen their war-banner spread, nor would give us the right to secede. He hath pass'd from our bright Southern land — he's free from No more will he buckle his sword, nor lead his men o'er our plains ; His life-blood an offering he poured to save us from tyranny's chains.

In his Lone Star State, sadly mourn her daughters, with tear- streaming eyes. Air — Anierican Star. Come, all ye brave Texians! The red clouds of war o'er our forests are rolling — Soft peace spreads her wings and flies weeping away; The infants, atfrighted, cling close to their mothers, The youth grasp their swords, for the conflict prepare- While beauty weeps fathers and lovers and brothers. Who rush to display the Lone Texas Star! Come, blow the shrill bugle, the loud drum awaken, The dread rifle seize, let the cannon deep roar!

No heart with pale fear or faint doubting be shaken, No foe's hostile foot leave a print on our shore! Shall mothers, wives, daughters and sisters, left weeping, Insulted by ruffians, be dragged to despair? The spirit of Washington, Warren, Montgomery, Ijook down from the clouds with bright aspects serene! Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their memory! To US tlie high boon, by the gods has been granted, To fight for the liberty we all hold so dear — Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted, And conquer or die!

Your hands, then, dear comrades! United, we'll swear by the souls of the brave, Not one from our strong resolutions shall falter — We'll live independent, or sink to the grave! Then freemen, fill xq — lo! BT REV. Of the old, old home, Df the dear old home! And never think while daylight smiles, Of the dear old home. But when the night comes stealing on, With dark and sullen gloom — When silence reigns throughout the camp, then we think of home! Of the old, old home, of the dear old home — When silence reigns throughout the camp, then we think of home.

But some, alas! They'll find a soldier's tomb! They'll only turn their dying eyes To the dear old home! To the old, old home, to the dear old home. But the soldier's heart is fill'd with joy, For, beyond this world of gloom. S5 There is a land of lasting peace — 'Tis the dying soldier's home! O that Heav'nly home! O that bright, sunny home! There is a land of resting peace — 'Tis the dying soldier's home. Flag of the South!

More beauteous than the Eastern sky, When crimsoned by the flush of morn! God bless the Banner of the Free ; Born 'mid the battle's deaf'ning roar! Bath'd with the maiden's purest tears, And red with Southern heroes' gore I Tis thine, bright flag, when booming guns Scorch the damp earth with their hot breath — 'Tis thine to lead when Southern sous Sweep on to vict'ry or to death!

And when death's dreadful missiles fly. When cowards shrink, and brave men die, 'Tis then, bright Flag, thy splendors shine! The gallant Second Texians are men that we hold dear, Thro'out our lov'd Confederacy their praises you will hear For deeds of worth and glory shown on the battle-field : They have ever met opposers with powder, ball and steel. When first this band was muster'd upon the Texian coast, And station'd at Galveston — that all-important post — They were view'd by sweet ladies, and officers all fine ; Then we dar'd old Abe's invaders to touch our sunny clime!

But orders soon came forth for this band to march away — Their flag was rais'd aloft, when brave Moore to xliem did say, " The foe is now invading our Southern homes most dear ; Let's away to join our brethren — their toils and glories share! The glory that they gain'd there no mortal tongue can tell — At Fnrmington and Corinth — the place where Rogers fell — They've fought thro' other battles, thro' other strifes of woe, And always gain'd bright laurels wherever they did go! Whene'er this war is over, and iDeace o'er us shall reign, I hope to see these heroes in their own homes again!

All praises should be giv'n as their brave deeds are told — And all their names engraven on solid plates of gold! The sun was sinking o'er the battle plain. Lay a valiant chieftain dying! And as he sank to his long, last rest. The banner — once o'er him streaming — He folded 'round his most gallant breast. On the couch that knows no dreaming. Aslibel Smith. On tlie banks of the noble river ; And the crimson stream from his veins did yield. Without a pang or a quiver! There were hands which came to bind his wounds, There were eyes o'er the warrior streaming, As he rais'd his head from the bloody ground, Where many a brave was sleeping.

My soul will not brook recalling! I have seen the tyrant enemy slain, And like Autumn vine-leaves falling! And a place in your hearts forever! Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free! Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee I Thy new-risen star shall light Liberty on, 'Till the hosts of the tyrant are scatter'd and gone! Whether victory sits on the Southern plumes Or disaster doth come in some hour of gloom, Freedom's hosts will still rally where'er thou slialt be, O flag of the Southland! In the hour of gloom now thy valorous sons show That freemen can die, but ne'er yield to the foe!

But our Shiloh has come — see the enemy flee! The Yankees are upon thy coast, Texas land, my Texas land! The thieves are at thy door almost, Texas land, my Texas land 1 Avenge the brave and gallant host Captur'd at Arkansas Post, Of which the Yanks so often boast, Texas land, my Texas land! Old Lincoln ne'er can win us back, Texas land, my Texas land! With brave Magruder at his post, Texas land, my Texas land! We can whip Abe Lincoln's host, Texas land, my Texas land! We know our cause is nobly just.

And win we will or die we must. The God of Battles is our trust! Texas land, my Texas land! And He will guide us safely through, Texas land, my Texas land! If we remain both brave and true, Texas land, my Texas land! Texas laud, my Texas land! Come, listen to ray lay, of a man who came this way. From his powder and shot, of which he had great lot. You might guess the Yanks had often smelt the patching.

And a dancing devil, sly, in the corner of his eye Gave token that some mischief was a hatching. So said he one night, " My boys, go without noise. For a storming party make your preparations ; [call. And now away they float, in their sancy cotton boats, To pay the honors due the Yankee nation. Soon there's thundering at the door, loud as cannons ever roar, And most cordial and warm was the meeting ; But the Yankees ran away — all who did not have to stay — And swore they had no relish for such greeting.

So here's both health and joy to this " Bold Soldier Boy! He's the hero for the times, for my money or my rhymes. Is this furious fighting "Johnny B. The sentinel treads his martial round, Afar from his humble home — The soldier he tramps 'till his thoughts are found On missions of love and tenderness bound, Awey 'mong his darlings to roam. What tender emotions now over him rush! And the tears down his bearded cheeks steal, As he sees his darlings from their sportings rush.

And bound to meet him, with a joyful gush, " Papa's come!