What if our men be driven? Send to my colonel, general dear 66 'But you ?”—“Oh, I shall easily find the rear.” "I'll see to that," cried Sherman; and a drop, As the boy, toiling towards the hill's hard top, We'll win the battle yet! But let our soldiers have some more- April 2, 1864. GEORGE H. BOKER. Our Heroes. BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER. CHEERS! Cheers for our heroes; Not those who wear stars; But, cheers for our soldiers, And ask no renown:- Intrepid, and true; The bulwark surrounding The Red, White, and Blue! Our patriot soldiers! When Treason arose, And Freedom's own children And Order withdrew, They rallied to rescue The Red, White, and Blue! Upholding our banner, The doom of the traitor They valiantly seal'd; And, worn with the conflict, The Red, White, and Blue! Yet, loved ones have fallen- Shall silently weep; In gratitude, strew, O'er those who have cherish'd The Red, White, and Blue! But, glory immortal Is waiting them now; And chaplets unfading, Shall bind every brow, When, call'd by the trumpet, At Time's great review, They stand, who defended The Red, White, and Blue! Mounded. BY REV. WILLIAM E. MILLER. LET me lie down Just here in the shade of this cannon-torn tree, Let me lie down. Oh, it was grand! Like the tempest we charged, in the triumph to share; Weary and faint, Prone on the soldier's couch, ah, how can I rest, Oh, that last charge! Right through the dread hell-fire of shrapnel and shell, It was duty! Some things are worthless, and some others so good For Freedom and Union each man owes his part; It is duty. Dying at last! My mother, dear mother! with meek tearful eye, I am no saint; But, boys, say a prayer. There's one that begins, Hark! there's a shout! Raise me up, comrades! We have conquer'd, I know!— Well may they shout! I'm muster'd out. O God of our fathers, our freedom prolong, I'm muster'd out. (FROM THE "CINCINNATI DAILY COMMERCIAL," TUESDAY MORNING, JANUARY 19, 1864.) An Old Friend in a New Dress. (Sung to the tune of "Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue.") "On the first page will be found a song that sings itself, adapted from Burns's 'Here's a Health to Them that's Awa',' by James E. Murdoch, Esq, The original song was not published during the life of Burns. It was first given to the public in 1818, in the 'Edinburgh Magazine,' and was incorporated the following year into a small edition of his writings published at Melrose by John Smith, bookseller. A political song, it breathes the spirit of good-fellowship, and an admiration for honest purpose, patriotic devotion to country and freedom, and whatever is honorable or noble in man or woman. It has lost none of its vigor of expression, the perfection of its rhythm, or its patriotic spirit, by Mr. Murdoch's felicitous adaptation." "HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA'." Lines by ROBERT BURNS, altered and adapted to suit the present times, by JAMES E. MURDOCH, with an apology for the liberty taken with the original song,-a liberty which nothing but a truly loyal object could justify. HERE'S a health to them that's awa', And here's to them that's awa'; And wha would na' wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'! It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true; It's guid to support Columbia's cause, And bide by the Red, White, and Blue. Chorus.-Hurrah for the Red, White, and Blue! Hurrah for the Red, White and Blue! It's guid to support our country's cause, And bide by the Red, White, and Blue. |