Chapter II: Part 2

Oh, away! away! to the mighty fray,
To the strife for all most dear;
There is naught on earth of a rarer worth,
Than a patriot’s faith sincere!
And the cause that calls us all this day,
Is the holiest cause that e’er
Invoked the aid of a brave man’s blade,
Or the power of a good man’s prayer.

CHORUS.

Away! away! let cowards stay!
But honor impels the brave!
There’s naught but death in a craven’s years,
And there’s life in a hero’s grave.

When the cause we serve is a righteous cause,
And the flag we bear unstained,
And our patriot steel, for the common weal,
We lift, with hands unchained,
There is never a power can bar our path,
Nor force can bid us turn,
Till we clasp our brands, with a victor’s hands,
Or they lie on the funeral urn!
Away! away! etc.

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The Union Gunning Match.

BY ROBERT M. HART.

AIR--_Johnny Stole the Ham._

The Union boys are all out gunning,
Are all out gunning, are all out gunning--
The Union boys are all out gunning--
Oh listen to the noise.

_Chorus_--Around the monster Tree
That sprung from Liberty,
’Twas nurtured by the Free
And Union-loving boys.

Some _game_ they caught and caged already,
And caged already, and caged already--
Some game they caught and caged already,
Way down in Lafayette.

_Chorus_--There we can see the _birds_
Who traveled North in herds,
Because of deeds and words
That Samuel can’t forget.

Our Sam’s awake, and both eyes open,
And both eyes open, and both eyes open,
Our Sam’s awake, and both eyes open,
As umpire of the day.

_Chorus_--With good and steady aim,
And ardor none can tame.
Our boys the match will gain--
The laurel bear away.

The stakes are up, the ground all ready,
The ground all ready, the ground all ready--
The stakes are up, the ground all ready,
And now, boys, blaze away.

_Chorus_--But hark the sudden news!
Old Jeff. has got the blues,
And trembling in his shoes--
Secesh has gone astray.

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The Nation of the Free.

BY MRS. METTA V. VICTOR.

Oh, mother of a matchless race!
Columbia, hear our cry;
The children nursed in your embrace,
For you will live and die.
We glory in our fathers’ deeds,
We love the soil they trod;
Our heritage we will defend
And keep, so help us God!

CHORUS.

Rise, rise! Oh Patriots, rise!
Let waiting millions see!
What courage thrills, what faith inspires
The Nation of the Free!

Hail, brothers in a common cause!
True to your birthright stand!
The Constitution and the Laws
Must know no Vandal hand.
Let foreign foes invidious gaze,
To see our light expire;
They’ll shrink in awe before the blaze
Of Freedom’s deathless fire.

Hark! how the hymns of glory swell
Above our fathers’ graves!
Th’ unfaltering men of Seventy-Six
Begot no race of slaves.
The blood that bought our sacred right
Still in their lineage runs;
No tribute gold, no traitor’s might
Shall wrest it from their sons.

Shade of heroic Washington!
Still guard our Native Land!
Rebuke, rebuke each wavering one,
Direct each ardent hand!
Oh, mother of a matchless race!
Hear our united cry!
’Tis noble in your cause to live,
And nobler still to die!

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The Stars and Stripes.

Copied by permission of RUSSELL & PATEE, Music Publishers,
61 Court street, Boston, owners of the copyright.

Rally round the flag, boys-
Give it to the breeze!
That’s the banner _we_ love,
On the land and seas.

Brave hearts are under it;
Let the _Traitors_ brag;
Gallant lads, fire away!
And fight for the flag.

_Their_ flag is but a rag--
Ours is the _true_ one;
Up with the Stars and Stripes!
Down with the new one!

Let our colors fly, boys--
Guard them day and night;
For Victory is Liberty,
And God will bless the Right.

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The “Mud-Sills” Greeting.

AIR--_Yankee Doodle._

Oh nigger-drivers, don’t you know
You ought to have a thrashing,
For kicking up this mighty row--
This game of Union-smashing?
Not satisfied with what you’ve got,
You want to bag and steal, sirs,
Our Capitol and capital--
With Jonathan you’ve to deal, sirs!

CHORUS.

So corn-cobs twist your hair,
Gun-wheels run around you,
Alligators drag you off,
And empty kegs surround you!

The “mud-sills” have at length got tired
Of insolence and treason;
They’ll teach the rebels an all-fired
Lesson for the season.
Then sneak behind masked batteries,
Lay down in your trenches,
Send the darkies out on guard,
Make armorers of their wenches.

CHORUS.

Yankee boys will make you hear
Constitution’s thunder!
Yankee blades in Yankee hands
Will fill your souls with wonder.

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The Past and Present.

BY ROBERT M. HART.

AIR--_Old Bob Ridley O._

Old Abram came across the mountains,
By rural cots and gushing fountains,
To rule a great and happy nation--
And the brightest gem in all creation;
Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O,
Our hearts are true to stand by you,
Abram Lincoln O.

When Abe took charge of our plantation,
Secesh was making preparation
To steal the half for raising cotton,
But soon found out his scheme was rotten;
Old Abe Lincoln O, Old Abe Lincoln O,
No mercy show the thieving foe,
Abram Lincoln O.

Old Abram is a man of knowledge,
Although he never went to college,
And his heart is right, and strong his nerve,
And from his duty will not swerve;
Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O,
Hold up the Flag and never lag,
Abram Lincoln O.

Old Abe goes in for home protection,
And keeps an army of inspection,
Just to see that things are done up right,
And the boys are spoiling for a fight;
Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O,
When they begin, let them go in,
Abram Lincoln O.

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Song of Union.

AIR--_Zuyder Zee._

Grand is the sight, when for national right,
A People in arms are rising--
Every bosom on fire with a freeman’s desire,
Every spirit all treason despising.
Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”

Grand is the cause of our Land and Laws,
And the good old Constitution!
For our lives and gold, and our honor, we hold
Like the men of the Revolution!
Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”

Rise, brothers, rise!--let your mingling cries,
Roll out in a grand hosanna!
March, brothers, march! while the stars o’erarch,
We have always our country’s banner!
Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”

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Traitor, Spare that Flag.

BY THOMAS MACEVILY.

AIR--_Woodman, Spare that Tree._

Traitors, spare that flag!
Look up at its bright folds,
And see within your hearts,
The baseness of your souls;
For that’s the proud old flag
Your sires oft fought under--
Are you, degenerate sons,
To tear it now asunder?

Traitors, spare that flag!
Or vengeance loud and deep
Will justly fall from Heaven,
And make you one day weep;
And the ashes of your fathers
Will rise from out the tomb
’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,
To curse the traitor’s doom.

Traitors, spare that flag!
If you would yet be free--
If you’ve the least regard
For homes and liberty;
If not, why, do your best;
We’ve men and means at hand
To spread it to the breeze
O’er all Columbia’s land.

Traitors, spare that flag!
You’ve done mischief enough:
You’ve stolen our gold and guns,
And talked vain boasting stuff;
Then, touch not that proud flag,
That banner of the free,
Lest vengeance dire and deep
May engulf you in misery.

63
A Life in the Soldier’s Camp.

BY JAS. O’C., COMPANY D, ANDERSON ZOUAVES.

AIR--_Life on the Ocean Wave._

A life in the soldier’s camp,
A home in the snow-white tent,
Where we hear the sentry tramp,
And merry hours are spent;
Where glory waits the brave,
On the bloody battle-field,
And the Stars and Stripes shall wave,
O’er Zouaves that never yield.

Come, shoulder your musket, boys,
And off to the field of strife;
Leave home, and all its joys,
And fly to a soldier’s life--
With knapsack on your back,
And canteen by your side--
To follow the foeman’s track,
Is the brave young Zouave’s pride.

The camp is the place for me,
When my country calls me there,
To fight for the Flag of the Free,
I’d live on homeliest fare;
When the tattoo beats at night,
And the reveille in the morn,
And the Zouave’s heart is light
As soon as the day is born.

Then farewell, home and friends,
For I’ve joined the volunteers;
I’ll be with him who defends
Our Flag, and never fears.
I’m off for the Zouaves’ camp,
I’m bound for Freedom’s Wars;
On the rebel flag I’ll tramp,
And fight for the Stripes and Stars.

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A Soldier’s Dream of Home.

BY WILLIAM ADAMS.

Inscribed to Lieut. A. C. CALKINS, 21st (Buffalo) Reg’t, N. Y. S. V.

AIR--_America._

Still is the mighty host,
Each sentry at his post,
’Tis midnight’s hour:
There on my pallet low,
My brain on fire--aglow
With scenes of long-ago--
Entrancing power!

Home of my boyhood’s hours,
Nestled ’mid shady bowers,
How dear thou art!
I’m with you once again,
Freed from the poignant pain
Of seeing brothers slain--
Never to part.

Kind friends and parents dear,
Brushing the silent tear,
Utter, “Welcome!
Let glee and joy abound,
Let songs and jokes go round,
A warrior’s here--we’ve found
Our only son!”

A ramble now I take
O’er glen and silvery lake,
Now doubly dear!
Slowly I tread South Hill,
Thro’ wood and over rill,
The buzz of yon old mill
Reaching my ear.

Alas! how brief the stay!
A twinkling--then away
From scenes I love!
Back to the battle-field,
Where wounded patriots bleed,
From harm, be Thou my shield,
Oh God! above.

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A Yankee Volunteer.

I thought I’d better come to town,
I brought along my gun, sir;
We guessed quite likely there’d be work,
Or praps there might be fun, sir;
I heerd wild geese was plenty, now,
A comin’ from the south’ard,
And thought I’d like a shot at some--
If you ain’t too much bothered.

My father sends his duty, sir;
He says that things is growin’,
And wants to know what he can do
T’ help the men that’s goin’.
Mother, she looks kind o’ scared,
But fixed my things to come, sir;
She didn’t want me, jest, to start,
Nor jest to stay at home, sir.

There’s brother Jim, he’s fierce to fight,
“Too young, boy,” says the jury;
(Jim’s seventeen) so he gets mad
And works away like fury.
He’s nigh about as tall as I,
That’s six foot and a quarter,
(Han’t measured lately, but I guess
I can’t ha’ grown much shorter.)

Now, what d’ye spose Jerusha said,
With her black eyes a snappin’?
She’s jest my second cousin, sir,
One seldom caught a nappin’.
She said if she could see a man
A fightin’ for the flag, sir,
That she would give her new silk gown
And call it but a rag, sir.

I’d meant before to come, for sure,
But that was jest a clincher;
I never was a soldier, yit,
But might be at a pinch, sir.
I’ll try--and if my lamp goes out
Afore their shot and brag, sir,
Jest tell Jerusha how I died
A fightin’ for the flag, sir.

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Three Cheers for Our Banner.

Copied by permission of HORACE WATERS, Music Publisher,
481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright.

Three cheers for our Banner, the Stripes and the Stars,
The ensign of Liberty’s glorious wars!
Fling it out to the breezes, its colors display,
Let our Standard float boldly in face of the day.
We will stand by this Banner, through fire and flood,
We will guard and defend it, though crimson’d with blood.

CHORUS.

Then three cheers for our Banner, in peace and in wars,
We will ever be true to the Stripes and the Stars.

Three cheers for our Union, the land of our birth;
’Tis the fortress of freedom, the hope of the earth;
Arouse you, ye sons of the East and the West,
To defend it, though blood flow from each gallant breast;
Remember, a noble old poet has said,
’Tis sweet, for our country, to sleep with the dead.

The noble young heroes, who rescue her name,
Columbia will crown, with the garland of fame;
If they fall, she will weep o’er their glorious scars,
And will lay them to rest ’neath her Banner of Stars;
We know the Volunteers will always be found
In the van of the host, on the blood-redden’d ground.

Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,
To the wind’s every quarter her flag be unfurled;
We have bowed at her feet, in the day of her pride,
Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied?
No! millions of voices will instant reply,
For freedom and country, we’ll dare and we’ll die.

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The Flag of the Brave.

AIR--_Red, White and Blue._

Our tars are the lords of the ocean,
Our champions on the blue brine,
And ’mid the fierce battle’s commotion
Our banner, triumphant, shall shine!
They’ll win a proud mention in story
When cannon loud boom o’er the wave;
They’ll garland their banner with glory
In fight, ’neath the Flag of the Brave!

CHORUS.

In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
They’ll garland their banner with glory,
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!

As long as a sail dots the ocean,
Or sea-breezes blow o’er the deep,
As long as the earth keeps in motion,
Or stars their lone vigils shall keep--
So long shall Columbia’s brave seamen
Be monarchs upon the salt wave:
Three cheers for the valor of Freemen!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!

Chorus--Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Three cheers for the valor of freemen!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!

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The Patriot Soldier.

AIR--_America, Commerce and Freedom._

How proud the steps a soldier treads,
His country’s cause defending;
And dear the blood a freeman sheds,
With glory’s laurels blending;
Though fiery tempest sweep his path,
In battle’s line appearing,
And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,
All horrid shapes uprearing,

CHORUS.

Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”

In all the land, from South to North,
From East to West, he glories;
But fights to drive the traitors forth,
And rid its soil of tories!
No crafty words his faith can shake--
No force can make him falter;
He draws his sword for Union’s sake,
And strikes for Freedom’s altar!

For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And flies to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”

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Give us Room.

AIR--_Buy a Broom_.

From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,
To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;
All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,
We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.

CHORUS.

Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.

From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming--
O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;
And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,
We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.

Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,
And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;
But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,
And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.

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The Union Marseillaise.

AIR--_The Marseilles Hymn_.

Arise! Arise! ye sons, of patriot sires!
A Nation calls! and Heaven speed your way.
Now Freedom lights anew her waning fires,
And spreads her banner to the day,
And spreads her banner to the day.
While to His Throne our hearts are swelling,
Freedom, and Law, and Truth, and Right,
May God defend by his own might,
By his right arm the treason quelling
Ye loyal sons, and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.

With faith your all to Him confiding
Who crowned with victory our fathers’ hand,
With courage in his strength abiding,
Go forth in Freedom’s sacred band,
Go forth to save our native land.
Defend from faction’s wild commotion,
Our homes, our laws, our schools and spires,
The names and graves of patriot sires,
Till Freedom reigns to furthest ocean.
Ye loyal sons and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.

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The Alarum.

BY R. H. STODDARD.

Men of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
Prepare, as the Rebels have done,
For the fight;
You cannot shrink from the test,
Rise! Men of the North and West!

They have torn down your banner of stars;
They have trampled the laws;
They have stifled the freedom they hate,
For no cause!
Do you love it, or slavery best?
Speak! Men of the North and West.

They strike at the life of the State--
Shall the murder be done?
They cry, “We are two!” And you?
“_We are one!_”
You must meet them, then, breast to breast,
On! men of the North and West!

Not with words--they laugh them to scorn,
And tears they despise;
But with swords in your hands, and death
In your eyes!
Strike home! leave to God all the rest,
Strike! Men of the North and West!

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Battle Invocation.

BY JAMES G. CLARK.

AIR--_The Assyrian came down, etc._

Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!
Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!
Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,
And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.

Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,
Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;
Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breeze
When the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.

Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,
Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,
Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,
And stolen from man the best gift of his God.

Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,
Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,
Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,
And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.

As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is riven
When clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,
So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,
Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.

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The Patriot’s Address.

AIR--_Scots Wha Hae_.

Patriot hearts and loyal souls!
Ye whose faith no fear controls--
Lo! the storm of treason rolls
Round your glorious liberty!
Rebel swords have struck your shield--
Traitor hands their poniards wield--
Miscreant tyrants bid ye yield
Power and place to slavery!

By your ancient heroes’ blood,
By their deeds on field and flood;
By the fruits of Freedom’s bud,
Sprung from northern loyalty--
Strike at once these daring foes--
Round their soil your legions close--
Bid them drain the cup of woes
They would fill for you and me.

Heaven is on the Freeman’s side--
God still rules the battle’s tide--
Heaven and God _they_ have defied,
Who make war for slavery!
Let them feel a patriot’s ire,
Withering all their base desire--
Let our anger be as fire,
Blasting chains and tyranny!

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The Patriot’s Wish.

BY ROBERT M. HART.

AIR--_The Star-Spangled Banner_.

Oh God bless our land, and united once more,
May we gather true wisdom from war’s desolation;
From the thick curling smoke, and the fierce cannon’s roar,
Let peace in her beauty rise and smile on our nation;
To show to the world that peace is unfurled,
And war from Columbia forever is hurled,

CHORUS.

That the proud Ark of Freedom, with bold, trusty crew,
Still sails ’neath the banner of the Red, White and Blue.

Great God bless our land, for ’tis dyed in the gore
Of the good and the brave of a nation’s defenders;
Oh! may death’s fearful havoc molest us no more,
And Thy love fill the bosom as passion surrenders;
To show to the world that love is unfurled,
And hate from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.

Oh God bless our land--may our eagle still fly,
And gaze on Columbia in proud adoration;
Let the sunlight of truth ever flash from his eye,
Urging freemen to duty in dark tribulation;
To show to the world that truth is unfurled,
Aught else from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.

May the emblem we love, the Flag of the Free,
For all time to come be our shield and our protection,
Ever waving in glory on land and on sea,
Our shrine of devotion and fond recollection;
To show to the world our flag is unfurled,
And strife from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.

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The Union Harvesting.

AIR--_Old Oaken Bucket_.

Oh, fair is the orchard, with russet fruit laden,
And bright is the cornfield, all golden with grain,
And sweet is the garden, where matron and maiden,
Sit listening at eve to the whippowil’s strain;
But fairer, and brighter, and sweeter, and dearer,
Are the orchards of crimson, the fields of bright red,
And the flow’rets immortal that hallow the wearer,
Whose blood for his country is loyally shed,
In the orchards of Union, the cornfields of Union,
The gardens of Union, for Liberty shed.

Though the reaper be Death, and his garner the charnel,
And the wine-press o’erflow with our patriot blood--
Though the furrows run red with a vintage incarnal,
Who will shrink from the field? who will pause at the flood?
Who will measure the grain while ’tis standing or falling?
Who will count what is lost, till the day shall be won?
While the sun shines aloft, while the Master is calling,
In the field be our place, till the field-work is done!
In the orchards of Union, the cornfields of Union,
The gardens of Union, till victory is won.

Beadle’s Dime Song Books.

No. 1.

All’s for the best,
A good time coming,
A national song,
A thousand a year,
Annie Laurie,
Ans’er to thousand a year,
Ans’er to K. Kearney,
Belle Brandon,
Ben Bolt,
Blind boy’s lament,
Bob Ridley,
Bold private’r,
Do they miss me at home,
Don’t be angry,
Down the river,
Dying Californian,
E Pluribus Unum,
Evening star,
Faded flowers,
Gentle Annie,
Gentle Jennie Gray,
Glad to get home,
Hard times,
Have you seen my sister,
Heather dale,
Hills of New England,
Home again,
I am not angry,
I want to go home,
Juney at the gate,
Kate Kearney,
Kiss me quick and go,
Kitty Clyde,
Little Blacksmith,
Marseilles hymn,
Miller of the Dee,
My home in Kentu’k,
My own native land,
Nelly Gray,
Nelly was a lady,
Old dog Tray,
Old folks we loved.,
Our Mary Ann,
Over the mountain,
Poor old slave,
Red, white and blue,
Root, hog, or die--1, 2, 3 & 4.,
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Shells of the ocean,
Song of the sexton,
Sword of Bunk’r hill,
Star spangled ban’er,
The age of progress,
The lake-side shore,
The old farm-house,
The old play-ground,
The rock of liberty,
The tempest,
Twenty years ago,
Twinkling stars,
Uncle Sam’s farm,
Unfurl the banner,
Wait for the wagon,
Willie, we’ve missed,
Willie, roam no more,

No. 2.

Alice Gray,
America,
Banks of Mohawk,
Be kind to each oth’r,
Billy Grimes, rover,
Bryan O’Lynn,
Come, sit thee down,
Cora Lee,
Crazy Jane,
Darling Nelly Moore,
Darling old stick,
Fireman’s victory,
Good news from home,
Good-night,
Grave of Lilly Dale,
Graves of household,
Home, sweet home,
I’ve no mother now,
I’m going home,
I’m leaving thee in sorrow,
I miss thee,
Irishman’s shanty,
I wandered by the brook,
Katy Darling,
Kathl’n Movourneen,
Little Katy,
Mary of wild moor,
Mabel Clare,
Mary Aileen,
Mill May,
Minnie Moore,
Minnie dear,
Mrs. Lofty and I,
Mr. Finagan,
My eye and B. Martin,
My love is a saileur,
My mother dear,
My grandma’s advice,
My mother’s bible,
Nancy Bell,
New England,
Oh! the sea, the sea,
Old folks are gone,
Old sideling hill,
Our boyhood days,
Our fatherland,
Peter Gray,
Rory O’Moore,
Scorn not thy broth’r,
Shouldn’t like to tell,
Somebody’s waiting,
The farmer sat,
The farmer’s boy,
The postboy’s song,
The quilting party,
Three bells,
’Tis home where the heart is,
Waiting for the May,
We stand united,
Where bright waves,
What other name,
What’s home without mother,
Winter,
Widow Machree,
Willie’s on the sea.

No. 3.

Annie, dear, good-by,
A sailor’s life for me,
Answer to Jeannette,
Bessie was a bride,
Bonnie Jean,
Boys of Kilkenny,
Comic Katy Darling,
Comic parody,
Darling Jennie Bell,
Darling Rosabel,
Death of An’e Laurie,
Emigrant’s farewell,
Ettie May,
Few days,
Fine old Eng. Gent.,
Fine old Irish Gent.,
Fine old Dutchman,
Fireman’s death,
Girl in a calico dress,
Give ’em string,
Girl I left behind me,
Golddigger’s lament,
Go it while young,
Hail Columbia,
Happy Hezekiah,
I choose to be a daisy,
Isle of beauty,
I’ve som’thing sweet,
I think of old Ireland,
Jeannette and Jeannot,
John Jones,
Jordan is a hard road,
Kitty Kimo,
Lather and shave,
Lager bier song,
Linda has departed,
Lilly Bell,
Love not,
Man the life-boat,
My dear old mother,
My heart’s in Ireland,
My poor dog Tray,
Old dog Tray, No. 2,
Old oaken bucket,
Old Rosin the beau,
Old whisky jug,
Other side of Jordan,
Over the left,
Parody--To the west,
Pirate’s serenade,
Pop goes the weasel,
Pretty Jane,
Rosa Lee,
Song of locomotive,
Sparking Sarah Ann,
The American boy,
The American girl,
The Fireman’s boy,
The Indian hunter,
Ten o’clock,
Tilda Horn,
To the west,
True blue,
Uncle Ned,
Unhappy Jeremiah,
Villikens and Dinah,
We miss thee home,
What’ll Grundy say,
Woodm’n, spare tree,
Yellow Texas rose.

No. 4.

A merry Gipsey girl,
A national song,
Ans’er to K. Darling,
Ben Fisher and wife,
Bonnie Jamie,
Broken-hearted Tom,
By the sad sea-waves,
Columbia rules sea,
Come, gang wi’ me,
Commence, darkies,
Cottage by the sea,
Daylight on the sea,
Don’t cry so, Norah,
Erin is my home,
Gal from the south,
Get out wilderness,
Harp of Tara’s hall,
He led her to altar,
Home, sweet home,
I am a freeman,
I’ll hang my harp,
I’m not myself at all,
Indian Hunter,
Indian warr.’s grave,
I’ve been roaming,
I wish he’d decide,
Jane Monroe,
Jolly Jack, rover,
Johnny’s for soldier,
Kate was a little girl,
Kitty Tyrel,
Let me kiss for his mother,
Linda’s gone to Balt.,
Maud Adair and I,
Molly Bawn,
My ain fireside,
My boyhood’s home,
Nora, of Kidare,
Kiss, but never tell,
Old uncle Edward,
Paddy on the canal,
Parody on Unc. Sam,
Poor old maids,
Preserve the mariner,
Ship ahoy,
Somebody’s courting,
Song of the farmer,
Song, Blanche Alpen,
Sparking Sunday n’t,
Sprig of shillelah,
Stand by the flag,
The engineer’s song,
The farmer’s boy,
The hazel dell,
The little low room,
The low-backed car,
The old brown cot,
The old kirk-yard,
Terry O’Reilly,
They don’t wish me home,
Tom Brown,
Uncle Gabriel,
Uncle Tim, the toper,
We were boys tog’er,
We’re growing old,
We’re fond of kissi’g,
Where are the hopes,
Wit’n mile of Edin’o,
Would I were a boy,
Would I were a girl,
Would I’re with thee.

No. 5.

A dollar or two,
A man’s a man,
A Yan. ship and crew,
Angels whisper,
Auld lang syne,
Bashful young man,
Call me pet names,
Camptown racers,
Charity,
Cheer, boys, cheer,
Comin’ thro’ the rye,
Days I was hard-up,
Dermot Astore,
Dilla Burn,
Down the burn, Davy,
Dumbarton’s dell,
Ever of thee,
Gently o’er me steals,
Gum-tree canoe,
Grave of uncle True,
Grave of Bonaparte,
Hark, I hear an angel,
I offer thee this hand,
Irish Emig. lament,
John Anderson,
Johnny a shoemaker,
Kind Relations,
Last w’k I took wife,
Lass’t loves a sailor,
Last rose of summer,
Lily of the west,
Mary of Argyle,
Meet me by moonli’t,
Minute gun at sea,
Napolitaine,
Norah McShane,
Nothing else to do,
Och, Paddy, is it ye,
Oft in the stilly n’ht,
Poor fishermans girl,
Rat-catcher’s daug’r,
Rose of Allandale,
Roll on, silver moon,
Sambo, I’ve missed,
Sammy Slap,
Simon, the cellarer,
Someth’g to love me,
Some love to drink,
Sourkrout and sau’s,
The gay cavalier,
The gambler’s wife,
The ingle side,
The ivy green,
The monks of old,
The musical wife,
The ocean burial,
The old arm-chair,
The watcher,
Tail iv me coat,
Thou art gone,
Thou hast wounded,
’Tis midnight hour,
Twilight dews,
Umbrella courtship,
Wake, Dinah, wake,
Washington,
We’ll have a dance,
We met by chance,
When I saw Nelly,
When the swallows,
Whoop de doodle do,
William of the ferry,
Will you love me.

No. 6.

Annie Lisle,
Beautiful world,
Be kind to the loved,
Bloom is on the rye,
Bobbin’ around,
Bonnie Dundee,
Cottage of mother,
Courting in Conn’t,
Dearest Mae,
Dear mother, I come,
Ella Ree,
Fairy Dell,
Far, far upon the sea,
Female auctioneer,
Gentle Hallie,
Gentle Nettie Moore,
Happy we to-night,
Hattie Lee,
He doeth all things,
Home without sister,
I can’t call her mot’r,
I’ll paddle my canoe,
I’m stand’g by grave,
Irish jaunting car,
Is it anybody’s bus’s,
Jane O’Mally,
Jenny Lane,
Joanna Snow,
Johnny Sands,
Lilly Dale,
Little more cider,
Lords of creation,
Lulu is our pride,
Marion Lee,
Meet me by the br’k,
Merry sleighride,
Minnie Clyde,
Mountaineer’s fare’l,
Not for gold,
Not married yet,
Oh, carry me home,
Old homestead,
Old mountain tree,
Ossian’s serenade,
Over the river,
Riding on a rail,
Sailor boy’s dream,
Say yes, pussy,
Silber shining moon,
Song my mot’r sang,
Spare the homestead,
Spirit-voice of Belle,
Squire Jone’s dau’r,
The blue Junietta,
The carrier-dove,
The child’s wish,
The maniac,
The May-queen,
The miller’s maid,
The modern belle,
The strawberry girl,
The snow-storm,
Three grains of corn,
Washington’s grave,
Where are friends,
Why chime the bells,
Why don’t the men,
Will nobody marry,
Young recruit.

No. 7.

A ride I was taking,
Anchor’s weighed,
Beautiful Venice,
Billy Patterson,
Breeze of the night,
Bright-eyed Nell,
Come, Willie dear,
Deal with me kindly,
Dixie’s Land, 1 & 2,
Dolcy Jones,
Don’t you remember,
Down in cane-brakes,
Fairy Belle,
Farewell, cottage,
Glendy burk,
Ho, Gondolier, wake,
How shall I watch,
Hush-a-by, baby,
I love my nat. land,
I’m a jolly bachelor,
It is recorded,
Julianna Johnson,
Lilly Ray,
Little Daisy,
Little Ella,
Maggie by my side,
Maggie, pride of vale,
Mary May,
Mary’s welcome,
Massa in cold gro’nd,
Massa sound sleep’g,
My brodder Gum,
My canoe’s on Ohio,
My old house,
My mountain home,
Nelly Bly,
Newfoundland dog,
No, thank you, sir,
Old ironsides,
Old K. Y. Ky,
Our Union, r’t or w’g,
Over the summer sea,
Paddy Boghree,
Queen Mary’s escape,
Revolutionary times,
Ring de banjo,
Roy Neill,
She’s black,
Some folks,
Star of my home,
Take me home to die,
The evening gun,
The happy Switzer,
The home I leave,
The messenger bird,
The old stage-coach,
The pilot,
The reefer’s song,
The ship on fire,
The sleighing glee,
Under the willow,
Virginia Belle,
Way down in Cairo,
We’re coming, sister,
Who’ll have me,
Willie, my brave.

No. 8.

A life on the ocean,
Annie of the vale,
A wet sheet,
Bonnie Eloise,
Brightly o’er lake,
By the lone riverside,
Campbells are com’g,
Come by sil’ry brook,
Come, maiden,
Down by the river,
Ella Leene,
Ellen Bayne,
Farewell, Lilly dear,
Farewell, mother,
Girls aren’t so green,
Going home to Dixie,
Good-by, Linda love,
Happy be thy dreams,
Hard times,
Home and friends,
Home I leave behind,
I’d be a Gipsey,
I’d rather be a violet,
If I had one to love,
I had a dream,
I’m o’er young,
I’m queen of village,
I’m thinking of thee,
I see her in dreams,
Jeanie with the,
Jennie’s coming o’er,
Katie’s secret,
Kinlock of Kinlock,
Kitty dear,
Kitty Wells,
Light of other days,
List to the mocking,
Little Jennie Dow,
Lizzie dies to-night,
Lone starry hours,
Long weary day,
Lost Rosabel,
Mary Avourneen,
Meeting of waters,
Near the banks of,
Old black Joe,
Old folks at home,
Riding in a ra’d keer,
Rock me to sleep,
Row, row, brothers,
Row your boat,
Scenes brightest,
She wept her life,
Sighing for thee,
Silvery midn’t moon,
Some one to love,
Take me to Tennes’e,
Tapping at window,
The brave old oak,
The dream is past,
The sea, the sea,
The wild rose,
The Zingarina,
’Tis but a faded flo’er,
Vive L’America,
We’ll meet in heaven,
Western trap’rs song,
What are wild waves,
What fair’like music,
Why have my loved,
Whistle and I come.

No. 9.

A maiden’s prayer,
Basketmaker’s child,
Banks and braes,
Be quiet, do,
Bowld sojer boy,
Boys, carry me ’long,
Bonnie new moon,
Bright moonlit sea,
Call me not unkind,
Canadian boat-song,
Castles in the air,
Come wh’re moonb’s,
Come to de gum-tree,
Come where my love,
Cruiskeen Lawn,
Do they think of me,
Do you remember,
Down at de barbecue,
Eulalie,
Ever be happy,
Flow gently, Afton,
Female smuggler,
Gentle Bessie Gray,
Grave of Kitty Clyde,
Hannah at the win’w,
Harp of wild wind,
Hark, the vesper-h’n,
Household clock,
I breathe my nat. air,
I dream of mother,
I’ll be no submissive,
I’m not so ugly man,
Jamie’s on the sea,
Jockey hat,
Joys we’ve tasted,
Johnny’s so bashful,
Jennie’s blue e’e,
Juanita,
Kind words,
Kissing through bars,
Kiss me good-night,
Landlord’s pet,
List to the convent,
Mary Blane,
Mine own,
Mother, I’m thinki’g,
My mountain home,
My old Ky. home,
Nancy Till,
Negro Boatman song,
Nettie is no more,
No one to love,
Not a star from flag,
Old schoolhouse,
Once more on sea,
Our laddie’s dead,
Rouse, brothers,
Shall we know each,
Sigh in the heart,
Silence and Tears,
Silver moonl’t winds,
Sleeping I dreamed,
Star of the twilight,
Teddy O’Neale,
That’s what’s matter,
The blarney,
The captain,
The miller’s song,
Three fishers,
’Way down in Maine,
Widow Malone,
Woman’s resolution.

No. 10.

Alabama Joe,
All round my hat,
Answer of Ben Bolt,
Away down east,
Away goes Cuffee,
Battle-cry of Free’m,
Beggar girl,
Billie Boy,
Bingen on Rhine,
Bonnie blue flag,
Bring my bro’r back,
Buy a broom,
Call me not back,
Come back, massa,
Come, oh come,
Dear mother, I’ve,
Fannie Grey,
Gaffer Grey,
Gentle Annie Ray,
High Daddie,
How are you, con’s,
I dreamed my boy,
I know a pair of,
I know my mother,
I love the merry,
I’ll tell nobody,
I’m coming home,
I muse on the,
In chamois’ track,
Jennie June,
Jessie, the flower of,
Katie Bell,
Keep this Bible,
Kiss me, darling,
Lanigan’s ball,
Larry’s good-by,
Long, long ago,
Love me little,
Make me no gaudy,
Mister Hill, pray be,
Miseries of sneez’g,
Mother would com’t,
Murmuring sea,
My Emma Louise,
Nigger, put down,
Oh, I’ll wear a un’m,
Oh, sing to me,
Rally round the flag,
Rocked in the cradle,
Roses lie along the,
Stars and stripes,
Stop dat knockin’,
Sunny hours of ch’d,
Switzer’s song of,
Tell mother I die,
Things that never,
Weeping, sad and,
Werry pekooliar,
We will not retreat,
Wouldn’t you like,
When this cruel war,
Who’ll care for mo’r,
Why do I weep for,
Will he never come.

No. 11.

A curious circumst’e,
Bill and I,
Boy with the auburn,
Carrie Lee,
Darling Nora’s mine,
Dear mother, call,
Evangeline,
Every household has,
Fairy dreams,
Gay and happy,
God bless you,
Grafted into the,
Grandmother told,
How are you, tele’h,
I loved that dear old,
I remember the hour,
I wish he’d tell me,
Jennie Lorn,
Katy Avourneen,
Kind friends are,
King Cotton,
Little Major,
Love’s perfect cure,
Mother, dearest, I,
Mother kissed me in,
My country so dear,
My little valley home,
My love is on the,
No Irish need apply,
Oh, give us a navy,
Old John Jones,
Old Jessy,
On the field of battle,
On the shores of,
Our country and flag,
Shall we meet again,
The bachelor’s lam’t,
The day mother died,
The nation shall not,
The regular cure,
The song of the,
The rhinoceros,
The rock beside the,
The Virginia rose’d,
They pray for us at,
’Tis midnight on the,
Tom Thumb’s wed’g,
Trust to luck,
Was my brother in,
Willow cot,
Would I were with,
You say I know not.

No. 12.

Ah, he kissed me,
A little farm well,
All’s well,
A vesper song,
Babylon is fallen,
Beautiful Rose,
Bread and cheese,
Brother’s fainting,
Cousin Jedediah,
Daisy Deane,
Dream on, Lillie,
Ella Clay,
Footsteps on the,
He’s gone to the,
I’m going to fight,
Isabel, lost Isabel,
I sailed in the good,
Jack on the green,
Jenny Brown and I,
Johnny is my darl’g,
Johnny Schmoker,
Just before the,
Katy’s letter,
Maid of Llanwellyn,
Merry, little, gray,
Nellie lost and found,
Oh, are ye sleeping,
Oh, bless me, mo’r,
Ole Dan Tucker,
Our Captain’s last,
Our sweethearts,
Robin Adair,
Singular dreams,
Sleeping for the flag,
Song of a thousand,
The bell-ringer,
The blue jay’s me’y,
The coat of other.

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Transcriber’s Notes

‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ and ‘Hail Columbia’ are shown in the Table of Contents on pages 76 and 77, respectively. Neither appears in this volume. ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ appears in Dime Song Book 1, and ‘Hail Columbia’ appears in Dime Song Book 3.

Words in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like this_.

Within text of poems, missing punctuation was added to the end of sentences. Missing commas and periods were added to ends of index entries. The last page of the book was damaged along the right edge. Missing letters were added to complete words in the damaged section. In the Table of Contents, ‘Begone, Secesh’ was changed to ‘Begone, Sesesh’ to match the spelling in the poem on page 43. In other lyrics, the word is spelled ‘Secesh’ and was not changed.

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