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arms auld lang syne band banner battle BATTLE OF MANASSAS bless blood Bonnie Blue Flag Bonnie Dundee brave breast brothers Cavalry cheer chivalry Church conquer crown dare dead dear death doth dream e'en earth exhausted band eyes fair faith fame Father fear fight flag flowers FORT DONELSON freedom Furl gallant glory grave hand hath hear heart heaven heroes honor hope hour Jackson Johnson's Island Kentuckians Kentucky Kentucky's land liberty live Lord MANASSAS Morgan mother neath never noble Northern Northern band o'er patriot Peace pity praise pray prayer pride prison proud red right hand Richmond scorn sleep smile soldier song soul South Southern Southrons spirit STONEWALL STONEWALL JACKSON strife sweet sword tears thee thine thought throb true Twas tyrants Uncle Sam victory W. S. HAWKINS wave weep wild women Yankee
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Page 55 - tis tattered; Broken is its staff and shattered; And the valiant hosts are scattered Over whom it floated high. Oh! 'tis hard for us to fold it; Hard to think there's none to hold it; Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh. Furl that Banner! furl it sadly! Once ten thousands hailed it gladly, And ten thousands wildly, madly, Swore it should forever wave; Swore...
Page 24 - em well; Says he, "That's Banks— he's fond of shell; Lord save his soul ! we'll give him " well, That's "Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 24 - Ah, maiden ! wait, and watch, and yearn For news of Stonewall's band ! Ah ! widow, read with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand. Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on ! Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born That gets...
Page 34 - THE tattoo beats, — the lights are gone, The camp around in slumber lies, The night with solemn pace moves on, The shadows thicken o'er the skies ; But sleep my weary eyes hath flown, And sad, uneasy thoughts arise. I think of thee...
Page 56 - twill live in song and story, Though its folds are in the dust : For its fame on brightest pages, Penned by poets and by sages, Shall go sounding down the ages, — Furl its folds though now we must. Furl that Banner, softly, slowly ! Treat it gently — it is holy — For it droops above the dead.
Page 96 - Of liberty born of the patriot's dream, Of a storm-cradled nation that fell. Too poor to possess the precious ores And too much of a stranger to borrow, We issued to-day our promise to pay And hoped to redeem on the morrow.
Page 193 - Low we bow th' adoring knee; When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes; Oh ! by all Thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany.
Page 35 - The battle's lost, the soldier's slain ; That from the distant sea or land Thou bring'st the wanderer home again. And when upon her pillow lone Her tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed, May happier visions beam upon The brightening current of her breast, No frowning...
Page 8 - A thousand weary miles now stretch between My Love and I — To her this wintry night, cold, calm, serene, I waft a sigh — And hope, with all my earnestness of soul, To-morrow's mail may bring me my parole ! There's hope ahead ! We'll one day meet again, My Love and I — . We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then. Her love-lit eye Will all my many troubles then beguile, And keep this wayward REB from
Page 23 - COME, stack arms, men ! Pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire bright ; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the brigade's rousing song Of