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John Brown, PAG £

The Union, Right or Wrong, ' ' ' ' ' 7

Star- Spangled Banner, 8

Our Flag is Marching On, .....'" [[[[[ [ " ' [ " ' | 1Q

Cling to tlie Union, *[ * '

The Sword of Bunker Hill, [[ ' , ~

Yankee Doodle,

Hail Columbia, " •

Brothers, Come and Meet Us, ........ \ \ ' .' . " 18

The Army Hymn, " ' 2Q

South Carolina Gentleman, * n

Battle Hymn of the Republic, 93

Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean, 04

Whack ! Bow dc Bow, [ ' l r

Abraham's Daughter, \\\\\ 26

Willie has Gone wid de Soldiers, \\ 98

The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars,"!'. 29

Our Heritage,

Off for a Soldier, ' g .

" Old Tut" on the Co ion, 33

The Grave of Washington, * 35

Black Brigade,

The Seventh,

Smiggcy McGuirrel, \ 38



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( lolumbia, Land of* LUx rty 39

We'll ( 'onquer as Wie Go, 40

Paddy's Secession 41

The Flag of Our Union 44

The New York Fire Zouaves, 43

Viva 1' America 44

National Song and Chorus, 4-5

"All "We Ask is, to be Let Alone," 46

Our Volunteers, 47

Fort Donclson, 48

Marching Along, 49

Boys that Wore the Green, 50

My Love he is a Zou-Zu, only 19 Years Old, . . 52

"We'll Never Give up Dixie, '■>:',

The ( roosc llangs Ili^ r h, 54

Three Hundred Thousand More, 50

Little Mac, ;S

Soldier's Tear 59

( lolumbia for Ever, 59

Still Float, Spangled Lanner, 60

America, the Anchor and Hope of the World, 61

Little Lpg Hut, 62

The Land of Love and Liberty, 63

The Dying Soldier to his Sword, G4



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Jolm Brown.

John Brawn's body lies a mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the grave,

John 13rown's body lies a mouldering in the grave,
His soul's marching on !

Chorus... Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —
His soul's marching on !

He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,
His soul's marching on !

Chorus... Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —
His soul's marching on !



JOHN BROWX— CONCLyDED.

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,

His soul's marching on !

Chorus... Glory, bally, hallelujah — ,

Glory, bally, hallelujah —

Glory, bally, hallelujah —
His soul's marching on!

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,

They go marching on !
Chorus... Glory, hally, hallelujah —

* Glorv. hally, hallelujah —

* Glory, hally, hallelujah—
They go marching on !

They will hang Jeff. Davis on a northern apple tree,
They will hang Jeff. Davis on a northern apple tree,
They will hang Jeff. Davis on a northern apple tree,

As they march along !
Chorus... Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —
As they march along !

Now, three rousing cheers for the Union,
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union,
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union,

As we are marching on !
Chor us... Ctlovy, bally, hallelujah —

Glory, hally, hallelujah —

Glory, bally, hallelujah —
As we are marching .oo !



The Union, Kight or Wrong*

AS OKIGINALLY BUNG V,Y BENi CO'ITo.V,

with immense applause.

Oh, white folks, now I'sc gwine to sing,

I feci jist in do mood ;
But I'll say de fust of anything,

I hope I don't intrude.
So now to ais ditty hark ye,

An' I wont detain you long ;
But I'll tell you dat dis darkey

Goes de Union, Right or Wrong.

Chorus :
Lor' bless your souls,

You all know 'tis my impression,
Dere's nothing in dis world

Like our nation great an' strong ;
De people nowadays

Are death on traitors an' secession,
Ev'rybody's bound to go
De Union, Bight or Wrong.

John Bull said he would interfere

To get our Southern cotton,
But, if he meddles wid our troubles here,

He wont be soon forgotten ;
We'll fust crush out secession,

Den ole England we'll defy,
An' we'll teach John Bull a lesson

He'll remember bye an' bye.

Lor' bless your souls, &c.

Den, God bless our noble Union,
May secession be abhorred ;

Long lib our Constitution,

An' may friendship be restored.

We know no North, South, East, or West,
But our glorious flag on high,



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TXIOX, RIGHT OR "WRONG— CONCLUDED.

Den, wid happiness an' plenty blest,
May our Union nebber die.
Chorus : Lor' bless your souls,

You all know 'tis my impression,
Dere's no tiling in dis world

Like our nation great an' strong ;
De people nowadays

Are death on traitors an' secession,
Ev'rybody's bound to go

De Union, Right or Wrong.

Once on a tune de Prince ob "Wales

Cum to dis country-e,
An' de people ob America showed

Him ebbery courtesy ;
But England'? base ingratitude

Has to us ben fully shown,
An' after dis dey better keep

Deir princes safe at home.

Lor' bless your souls, &c.



Star-Spangletl Banner.

Oh ! say, can you see by the dawn's early light,
"What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last

gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the

perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly

streaming ;
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air.
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still

there.
Oh ! say, does the Star- Spangled Banner still wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ?



STAR SPANGLED BANNER— CONCLUDED.

On the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the
deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence re-
poses,

"What is that which the breeze o'er the towering
steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,

In full glory reflected now shines on the stream ;

"lis the Star- Spangled Banner ! oh, long may it
wave [brave !

O'er the land of the free and the home of the

And where is the band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war, and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more ?
Their blood has 'washed out their foul footsteps'

pollution.
No refuge cculd save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ;
And the Star- Spangled Banner in triumph doth

wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh ! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and war's desolation ;
Blessed with victory and peace, may the Heaven-
rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us

a nation !
Then conquer we must, for 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 !



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Our Flag: is Marching on.

Written by B£. W. Leman.
Am — John Brown.

We have a country, and a flag — it waves aloft on

high !
'Tis Freedom's starry banner — our " banner in the

sky!" ■
"\\ hen our nation first was born, it proudly waved

upon
The battle ground of Lexington, and there went

marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

"When Britain sent her grenadiers, our fathers' blood

to spill,
It floated o'er the grassy slopes of glorious Bunker

Hill ;
At Trenton and at Brandy wine, and bloody Ger-

mantown,
Amid the dust, and smoke, and flame, it still went

inarching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

At Fort McIIcnry's carnival, the gallant flag was

there —
It waved in triumph through the night, and kissed

the morning air ;
And when on Saratoga's Plains, St. George's Cross

went down,
The Yankee stars and Yankee stripes went up and

marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.



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OUR FLAG IS MARCHING— CONTINUED.

It ne'er was struck on battle lield, nor on the quar-
ter deck,
Till every heart was cold in death, or the frigate was

a wreck ;
In every land, on every sea, it tells of victories won,
O'er foes abroad, and foes at home, and it still goes
marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

And never freemen prized it more, or loved it mor,e,

than when
It waved on Sumter's leaguered walls, and seventy

gallant men ;
Ten thousand traitors swept their fire on gallant

Anderson,
But he lowered the flag with honor there, and kept

it marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

What though Manassas' batteries retarded its ad-
vance.

The blood its brave defenders shed its glories doth
enhance ;

For every drop inspires our hearts to see our duty
done,

And keep the Baxxer of the Stars in triumph
marching on.

Glorj', glory, hallelujah*.

Our flag is marching on.

Port Royal, Newborn, Hatteras, and bloody Som-
erset,

Tell how the loyal soldiers fight, and how the foe
is met ;



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OUR FLAG IS MARCHIXG— CONCLUDED.

Pittsburg and Henry, Roanoke, and glorious Don-

elson,
Proclaim in tones of thunder, that the flag is march-
ing on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

And when beneath the briny wave the Cumberland

went down,
Each gallant tar that trod her decks achieved a

martyr's crown ;
"While Worden brought a Monitor, or ere the fight

Avas done,
To teach Rebellion that our flag is ever marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our flag is marching on.

Swear, freemen, by your mothers' graves, and by
your glorious sires, —

Swear by your country and your fame, and by your
household tires, —

By Ellsworth's, Lyon's, Baker's blood — be the bat-
tle lost or won,

Come weal or woe, come life or death, the flag shall
still inarch on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah !

Our Hag shall aye march on.

Cling to tue Union.

Air — Wait for the Wagon.

There is a right and wrong in parties,
And the right is on our side ;

So let us mount the wagon,
And let the Union ride.



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CLING TO THE UNION— CONCLUDED.

The natron is the wagon,

And the people are its springs ;
Every lover of his country
« For the Union sings —
Chorus
Cling to the Union, cling to the Union —
Cling to the Union, and let the factious slide.

This wagon is a noble one —

'Twas built in 'Seventy- six;
'Twas driven by George Washhigton,

Through stormy politics;
With Eastern oak and Western pine,

And Northern ash 'tis bound —
Palmetto, cypress, cotton wood,

In spokes and wheels are found.

Cling to the Union, &c.

When Webster shook the friendly hand

Of noble-soul' d Calhoun,
'Twas here upon this wagon box,

They sat in sweet commune.
Henry Clay he drove the wagon then,

And Cass was by his side;
And never did the Uiiion take

A safer Union ride.

Cling to the Union, &e.

We tell the Northern fanatics

To let the slaves alone ;
The Southern fire-eaters

Had better hie unto their home.
We all are true conservatives,

Whatever may betide;
God bless our glorious Union,

And may it safely ride.

Chug to the Union, &c



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The Sword of Bunker Hill.

He lay upon his dying bed,

His eye was growing dim,
When with a feeble voice he called

His -weeping son to him : ^

"Weep not, my boy, the A-eteran said,

I bow to Heaven's high will,
But quickly from von antlers bring } p

The Sword of Bunker Hill." 5 Ue P eaU

The sword was brought, the soldier's eye

Lit with a sudden flame ;
And as he grasped the ancient blade,

He murmured Warren's name ;
Then said, " My boy, I leave you gold,

But what is richer still,
I leave you, mark me — mark me, now, ) p

The Sword of Bunker Hill. ] Ju 'P enu

'Twas on that dread, immortal day,

I dared the Briton's band,
A captain raised his blade on me,

I tore it from his hand ;
And while the glorious battle raged,

It lightened Freedom's will,
For. bov, the God of Freedom blessed } ^ .

The Sword of Bunker Hill. ] nepcau

Oh, keep the sword" . . . — his accents broke,

A smile, and he was dead ;
But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade,

Upon that dying bed.
The son remains, the sword remains,

Its glory growing still,
And twenty millions bless the sire > p .

And Sword of Bunker Hill. ) ve ^ e



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Yankee Doodle.

Fattier and I went down to camp,

Along with Captain Gooding ;
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee doodle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy ;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

"We saw a little barrel, too,

The heads were made of leather ;

They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks together.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And then we saw a swamping gun,

Large as a log of maple ;
Upon a deuced little cart,

A load for father's cattle.

Yankee doodle, &c.

I went as nigh to one myself,

As 'Siah's undcrphming ;
And father went as nigh agin,

I thought the deuce was in him.

Yankee doodle, &c.

But Captain Davis has a gun,

He kind of clapped his hand on't ;

And stuck a crooked stabbing iron
Upon one end on't.

Yankee doodle, &c.

And every time they shoot it off,

It takes a horn of powder ;
It makes a noise like father's gun,

Only a nation louder.

Yankee doodle, &c.



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YANKEE DOODLE— CONCLUDED.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,

I thought he would have cocked it ;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.

Yankee doodle keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy ;
Mind the music and the step>
And with the girls be handy.
And there I saw a pranpkin shell,

As big as mother's basin ;
And every time they touched it of£J
They scampered like the nation.

Yankee doodle, &c.
And there was Captain Washington,

And gentlefolks about him ;
They pay he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without them.

Yankee doodle, &c.



Hail Columbia.

Hail, Columbia ! happy land 1
Llail, ye heroes I heaven-born band !
"Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,.
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let Independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost ;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Firm — united — let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty ;
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.



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HAIL COLUMBIA— CONCLUDED.

Immortal Patriots ! rise once more,
Defend your rights, defend your shore ;
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood the well- earn' d prize.
While offering peace sincere and just,
In Heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm — united, &c.

Sound, sound the trump of Fame !
Let WASHINGTON'S great name
Ring through the world with loud applause,
lling through the world with loud applause
Let every clime to Freedom dear
Listen with a joyful ear.

With equal skill, and godlike power,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war ; or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace.
Firm — united, &c.

Behold the Chief who now commands,
Once more to serve his country, stands —
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat ;
But, armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And gloom obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.

Firm — united, &c.



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Brothers, Come and Meet Us.

Air — John Brown.

McCleUan is our leader now, ave've had our last

retreat ;
McCleUan is our leader now, we've had our last

retreat ;
McClellan is our leader now, we've had our last

retreat ;

AVe'll now go marching on.



Say, brothers, will you meet



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Say, brothers, will you meet us r

Say, brothers, will you meet us,
As we go marching on ?

Thomas turned a Somerset, and gave the rebels rats ;

Thomas turned a Somerset, and gave the rebels rats;

Thomas turned a Somerset, and gave the rebels rats,

And sent them rolling home.

Oh, brothers, we will join him ;

Oh, brothers, we will join him ;

Oh, brothers, we will join him,

And send them rolling home.

How are you, Johnny Bull, old boy? How are yon,

Johnny Bull ?
How are you, Johnny Bull, old boy ? How are you,

Johnny Bull r
If you want to fight, old B,oast Beef, you will get
your belly full,

And then go rolling home.
Oh, Johnny, don't you light us ;

Oh, Johnny, don't you tight us ;

Oh, Johnny, don't you fight us,
Or we'll send you rolling home.



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BROTHERS, COME, ETC.— CONTINUED.

"We'll have a farm in Dixie, boys, and put some

niggers on it ;
We'll have a farm in Dixie, boys, and put some

niters on it ;
We'll have a farm in Dixie, boys, and put some
niggers on it ;

And then we'll simmer down.
Oh, sisters, come and join us ;

Oh, sisters, come and join us ;

Oh, sisters, come and join us,

'Way down in Dixie's Land.

Oh, boys, we'll sip our cobblers, then, and cloud

our Meerschaum pipes ;
Oh, boys, we'll sip our cobblers, then, and cloud

our Meerschaum pipes ;
Oh, boys, we'll sip our cobblers, then, and cloud
our Meerschaum pipes,

'Way down in Dixie's Land.
Oh, brothers, come and meet us ;

Oh, brothers, come and meet us ;

Oh, brothers", come and meet us,
'Way down in Dixie's Land.

There lies the whisky-bottle empty on the shelf;
There lies the whisky-bottle empty on the shelf;
There lies the whisky-bottle empty on the shelf,
But there's more in the demijohn.
Oh, brothers, don't you leave us ;

Oh, brother ;, don't you leave us ;

Oh, brothers, don't you leave us,
We'll soon go marching home.

The girls we left behind us, boys, our sweet-hearts
at the North ;



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BROTHERS, COME, ETC.— CONCLUDED.

The girls we left behind us, boys, our sweet-hearts
at the North ; [at the North,

The girls we left behind lis, boys, our sweet-hearts
Smile on us as Ave march.
Oh, sweet-hearts, don't forget us ;

Oh, sweet-hearts, don't forget us ;

Oh, sweet-hearts, don't forget \is,
Well soon come marching home.



The Army Hymn.

Air — Old Hundred.

On, Lord of Hosts ! Almighty King !
Behold the sacrifice we bring !
To every arm Thy strength impart,
Thy spirit shed through every heart.

Wake in our breasts the living fires,
The holy faith that warmed our sires ;
Thy hand hath made our nation free !
To die for her is serving Thee.

Be Thou a pillar of fire to show
The midnight snare, the silent foe ;
And when the battle thunders loud,
Still guide us in its moving cloud.

God of all Nations ! Sovereign Lord !
In Thy dread name we draw the sword ;
We lift the Starry Flag on high,
That fills with light our stormy sky.

From Treason's rent, from murder's stain,
Guard Thou its folds till peace shall reign
Till fort and field, till shore and sea.
Join our loud anthem — praise to Thee !



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Soutli Carolina Gentleman.

Air — The Fine Old English Gentleman.

Down in a small Palmetto State, the curious ones

may rind
A ripping, tearing gentleman, of an uncommon kind ;
A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his

whisky straight,
And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate

vengeance which a clergyman of high standing

has assured us must be a shiner's fate ;
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present

time.

You trace his genealogy, and not far back you'll see

A most undoubted octoroon, or, mayhap, a mustee ;

And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his
brow,

You'll find that every other hair is varied with a kink
that seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood, but,
on the contrary, betrays an admixture with a
race not particularly popular now ;

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present
time.

He always wears a full dress coat, pre- Adamite in
cut,

With waistcoat of the longest style, through which
his ruffles jut ;

Six breastpins deck his horrid front, and on his fin-
gers shine

"Whole invoices of diamond rings, which would hard-
ly pass muster with the "Original Jacobs," in
Chatham Street, for jewels gen-u-ine ;

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present
time.



SO. CAROLINA GENTLEMAN— CONCL'D.

He chews tobacco by the pound, and spits upon the
floor,

If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door ;

And when lie takes his weekly spree, he clears a
mighty track',

Of every thing that bears the shape of whisky-skin,
gin and sugar, brandy sour, peach and honey,
irrepressible cock-tail, rum and gum, and lus-
scious apple-jack ; [time.

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present

lie takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful
hand, [derstand ;

Especially when those he tricks, his style don't un-

And if he Avins, why then, he stoops to pocket all
the stakes,

But if he loses, then he says to the unfortunate
stranger who had chanced to win, " It's my
opinion that you are a cursed abolitionist, and
if you don't leave South Carolina in one hour,
you will be hung like a dog !" — but no offer to
pay he makes ; [time.

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present

Of course he's all the time in debt to those who
credit give,

Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live ;

lkit if a Northern creditor asks him lis bill to heed,

This honorable gentleman instantly draws two bowie
knives and a pistol, dons a blue cockade, and
declares, that in consequence of the repeated
aggressions of the North, and its gross violations
of the Constitution, he feels that it would utterly
degrade him to pay any debt whatever, and that
in fact he has at last determined to secede ;

This vS. Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.



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Battle Hymn of the KepiiMic.

Am — John Brown,

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the

Lord ;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of

wrath arc stored ;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible

swht sword:. His truth is marelnng on.

I have seen Him in the watch-hres of a hundred

circling camps ;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening

dews and damps ;
I can read His righteous sentence hy the dim and

flaring lamps: ]lis d ay is marching on.

I have road a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows

of steel —
" As ye deal with my contemner, SO with you my

grace shall deal ;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with

Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never
call retreat ;

He is sifting out the hearts of men hefore His judg-
ment seat :

Oh, he swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant,
my feet! Our (J. )d is inarching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across

the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you

and me:

As lie died to make men holy, let us die to make

men free, nfL « , , , • ■, ■

NY hue Uod is marching on.



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Columbia, the Gem of tbe Ocean.

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean,

The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,

A world offers homage to thee.


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