The Southern war poetry of the Civil War

by Esther Parker Ellinger

INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR

[Note:—Round brackets at the end of the title indicate the volume or one of the volumes in which the poem may be found. Wherever the poem appears in several anthologies, that anthology easiest of access to the general reader, has been selected. Square brackets are used for the interpolation of explanatory matter.
The first two lines of each poem are given to serve as a check since identical poems may appear under corrupted captions, or various titles.]

Abe’s Cogitations: (Randolph.)

“We ought to whip them rebel chaps,

I think so, more and more”—

Abraham Lincoln: The Mohammed of the Modern Hegira. New Orleans, March 5, 1861. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Crescent.)

At midnight in the Keystone State

Old Abe was dreaming of the hour—

Acceptation: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“We do accept thee, heavenly Peace!

Albeit thou comest in a guise”—

Acrostic [Davis]: February 22, 1862. (R. N. S. from the Charleston Courier.)

“Jehovah, mighty arbiter in earth below,

Ere morning stars together sang, in heaven supreme,”—

Acrostic [B. F. Butler]: Baltimore, March 14, 1863. (R. B. B. 11½.)

“Brutal by nature—a coward and knave,

Famed for no action, noble or brave”—

Acrostic in Memory of O. Jennings Wise: By Miriam. (S. L. M. Ed. Table, September, ’63.)

“Over his cold brow

Just touched by Time’s soft silver tracery,”—

Acrostic on Magruder: By G. B. Milner, Harrisburg, Texas. (Alsb.)

“Much hast thou suffered, bright Isle of the Wave!

Ah! can anyone succor: can anyone save?”—

Addition to the Bonnie Blue Flag: A Tribute to True Kentuckians. (W. L.)

“And we will add another cheer for our Kentucky State,

Her sons in the most glorious war have proved both brave and great;”—

Address: Delivered at the opening of the New Theatre at Richmond: A Prize Poem, by Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from Southern Illustrated News.)

“A fairy ring

Drawn in the crimson of a battle plain”—

Address to the Exchanged Prisoners: On the 31st of July, 1862, all the prisoners of war in Fort Warren, (about 250 soldiers of the Confederate army) embarked for Fortress Monroe, to be exchanged. They left in Fort Warren, 14 gentlemen, who were imprisoned under the designation of “political prisoners.” These were all Marylanders by birth, all but one (Mr. Winder) were residents of that state when arrested. On their behalf the following lines were addressed to their departing friends: By T. S. Wallis, Fort Warren, July 31, 1862: S. L. M., July and August, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“The anchors are weighed, and the gates of yon prison

Fall wide, as your ship gives her prow to the foam,”—

Address to the Women of the Southern Troops: Air—“Bruce’s Address:” By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. (R. R.)

“Southern men, unsheathe the sword,

Inland and along the board;”—

After the Battle: By Miss Agnes Leonard. (W. G. S. from the Chicago Journal of Commerce, June, 1863.)

“All day long the sun had wandered,

Through the slowly creeping hours”—

After the Battle of Bull Run: July 21, [1861.] (W. L.)

“Sadly and low,

Hear how the fitful breezes blow!”—

Afraid of a Dead Baby: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Keep here, my little baby: rest alone!

Not in thy father’s tomb can’st thou be laid:”—

Alabama: (Randolph).

“Over vale and over mountain,

Pealing forth in triumphal song,”—

The Alabama: Respectfully dedicated to the Gallant Captain Semmes, His Officers and Crew and to the Officers and Seamen of the C. S. Navy: by E. King, author of Naval Songs of the South. Richmond, Va., George Dunn & Co. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“The wind blow off yon rocky shore

Boys! Set your sails all free”—

The Alabama Cottage: A Homely Scene. (R. B. B.)

“The Alabamian sat by the chimney side—

His face was wrinkled and worn.”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: (Im.)

“Honor to him who only drew

In Freedom’s cause his battle blade,”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: By A. G. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“I heard afar, the cannon’s roar,

Its lightning flashed from shore to shore,”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: Killed at Battle of Shiloh, April, 1862. By Fleming James. (E. V. M.)

“’Mid dim and solemn forests, in the dawning chill and gray

Over dank, unrustling leaves, or through the stiff and sodden clay”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: Dirge by Colonel A. W. Terrell. (Alsb.)

“Hush the notes of exultation for a battle dearly won!

Low the chief’s proud form is lying—Texas weeps another son!”—

All Is Gone: By Fadette. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal.)

“Sister hark! Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze?

All is gone”—

All Over Now: (Im.)

“All over now! The trumpet blast,

The hurried tramping to and fro,”—

All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight: By Mrs. Randolph Harrison. (C. S. B.)

“All quiet along the Potomac tonight,

No sound save the rush of the river”—

All Spice: Or Spice for All: By Cola, Le Diable Boiteux. Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. B. B.)

“The people endure all

The Hydropaths cure all”—

All’s Noise Along the Appomattox: Battle of the Crater, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“All’s noise along the Appomattox tonight,

For Grant, with his Whiteworth’s and Parrots”—

All’s Well: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston of Va. (Amaranth, from The Land We Love.)

“‘All’s well!’ How the musical sound

Is pleasantly smiting the ear,”—

All’s Well: Come to the Rescue. (R. B. B.)

“One night of late I chanced to stray

Being in the pleasant sweet month of May dream.”—

Allons Enfants: The Southern Marseillaise: Air “Marseillaise.” By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861. (C. S. B.)

[“This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction.”]

“Sons of the South, awake to glory,

A thousand voices bid you rise”—

The American Star: Air “Humors of Glen.” Published by Louis Bonsai, Baltimore and Frederic Streets, Baltimore. (R. B. B. p. 7)

“Come, striking the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling,

Already they eagerly snuff up their prey”—

The Angel of the Church: By W. Gilmore Simms. January, 1864. (W. G. S.)

“Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim

The temple of the living God;”—

The Angel of the Hospital: By S. C. Mercer. (R. N. S. from the Louisville Journal.)

“’Twas nightfall in the hospital. The day

As though its eyes were dimmed with bloody rain”—

Another Flag: A Second Thought: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Whole we preserve the stars and stripes and blue

Of freedom’s ancient flag, it will not do”—

Another Yankee Doodle: (R. R.)

“Yankee Doodle has a mind

To whip the Southern traitors.”—

An Answer to the Poem Entitled “How They Act in Baltimore:” By Redgauntlet. (Md. Hist. B.)

“When our ladies on the street

Yankee soldiers chance to meet,”—

An Appeal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Haste, Kentuckians! wait no longer;

Rally, and you will be stronger.”—

An Appeal for Jefferson Davis To His Excellency, Andrew Johnson, President of the United States: By a Lady of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Unheralded, unknown, I come to thee,

Who holdest in thy hands the scales of power;”—

An Appeal for Maryland: By B. Baltimore, January 20, 1862. (R. B. B. 84.)

“Of all the gems that gild the wreath

Of freedom, the blue sky underneath,”—

Appeal to Maryland: From a Dying Soldier at Manassas: by a Lady of Maryland. (S. L. M., Oct., 1861.)

“Oh Mother! my Maryland! will you awake?

Hear you not from Manassas the thunder of guns?”—

Appeal to the South: (R. B. B.)

“Southrons! since we boast that name;

Southrons! since your blood we claim”—

An Appeal to the South: By A Daughter of Dixie H. Baltimore, Jan. 24, 1862; also Norfolk, Va., Jan. 24, 1862. (R. B. B. 2 & 41.)

“Hark! o’er the Southern hills I hear

The cannons and the rifles sound;”—

(The) Approaching Battle Hour: By Kentucky. Richmond, Virginia, June, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! hovers over them

The gaunt war-demon fell;”—

April 26th: In the ceremonies at Memphis, Tennessee, 26th April, “In Memory of the Confederate Dead,” Dr. Ford one of the speakers improvised the following appropriate lines: (E. V. M.)

“In rank and file, in sad array

As though their watch still keeping,”—

April Twenty-Sixth: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. Memphis, Tenn. (E. V. M.)

“Dreams of a stately land,

Where rose and lotus open to the sun”—

Are We Free? By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, Oct. 22, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Are we free? Go ask the question

In the cells of Lafayette,”—

Are You Ready? (Bohemian from the Macon Telegraph.)

“Sons and brothers—near and far,

Have you heard the tones of war?”—

Arise! Ye Sons of Freeborn Sires! By A. E. Morris, Company C, 20th Infantry. (Alsb.)

“Arise! ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save!

Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave:”—

Arlington: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“You stand upon the chasm’s brink

That yawns so deadly deep,”—

Arm for The Southern Land: By General Mirabeau B. Lamar. (S. B. P.)

“Arm for the Southern land,

All fear of death disdaining;”—

The Army and Its Flag of Stars and Stripes: [By C. B. Northrup] (Outcast.)

“In Liberty’s great war”—

Arouse, Kentuckians! By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart will break!

What though by thousands brethren may forsake”—

Ashby: By John R. Thompson of Virginia. Richmond, June 13, 1862: S. L. M., Editor’s Table, May, 1862. (S. S.)

“To the brave all homage render!

Weep, ye skies of June!”—

The Ashbys: By D. B. Lucas, of Va. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“And lo! there galloped through the gates of war

Two brothers, riding side by side, with spurs,”—

Ashby’s Avengers: Air “Annie Lyle.” (Cav.)

“Down where the Southern army

Near Virginia’s side,”—

Ashby’s Death: Air: “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)

“A wail sweeps o’er the Valley,

Virginia’s deep with woe.”—

Ashes of Glory: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)

“Fold up the gorgeous silken sun,

By bleeding martyrs blest,”—

At Fort Pillow: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S. from the Wilmington Journal, April 25, 1864.)

“You shudder as you think upon

The carnage of the grim report”—

At Galveston, Texas: By H. L. Flash. (Alsb.)

“We parted, love, some months ago, in pleasant summer weather;

You blamed the fates that you and I could not remain together;”—

Attention! By B. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 7.)

“Hearken, friends and foes now hearken

See Abe Lincoln’s prospects darken;”—

Audax Omnia Perpeti, etc. By B. (R. B. B. 4.)

“Come pretty muse, give me your help,

Keen make my pen as the teamster’s lash”—

Auld Lang Syne: A supposed song of Morgan’s Cavalry on entering a Kentucky town. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Shall auld acquaintance be forgot,

And not now be brought to mind?”—

Autumn Thoughts, 1862: By Miss Mary A. Grason. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Our Autumn comes with tender glow;

A golden haze is on the hills,”—

The Autumn Rain: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va. (E. V. M.)

“Softly, mournfully, slowly,

Droppeth the rain from the eaves”—

The Avatar of Hell: Sonnet, by “Pax.” (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Six thousand years of commune, God with man,

Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots”—

Awake! Arise! By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W. G. S.)

“Sons of the South, awake, arise!

A million foes sweep down amain,”—

Awake in Dixie: By H. T. S., Winchester, Va., February 24, 1862. Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (R. B. B. 7.)

“Hear ye not the sound of battle,

Sabres’ clash and muskets’ rattle:”—

Away with the Dastards Who Whine of Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. Charleston, May 10, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Away with the dastards who whine of defeat

And hint that the day of destruction draws near,”—

Away with the Stripes: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ho! away with the stripes, the despots’ fit flag!

The stars and the stripes are the bully’s great “brag”:”—

A Ballad for the Young South: By Joseph Brennan. S. L. M., Feb., 1861, from the New Orleans Crescent. (S. S.)

“Men of the South! Our foes are up

In fierce and grim array;”—

The Ballad of the Right: By J. W. Overall. (S. S. from the New Orleans True Delta.)

“In other days our fathers’ love was loyal, full and free,

For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea;”—

A Ballad of the War: By George Herbert Sass, of Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S., originally published in Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Watchmen, what of the night?

Through the city’s darkening street”—

Baltimore: (West. Res.)

“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just,

Oh how cast down! by Northern vandals crushed,”—

Baltimore: By C. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook: Ridgway Library.)

“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just,

Oh how cast down! By Northern vandals crushed,”—

Baltimore Girls: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (West Res.)

“O the girls of dear old Baltimore,

So beautiful and fair,”—

The Band in the Pines: Heard after Pelham died: by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)

“Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease!

Cease with your splendid call:”—

Banks’ Skedaddle: (Alsb.)

“You know the Federal General Banks,

Who came through Louisiana with his forty thousand Yanks;”—

Banner Song: Written and Expressly Dedicated to the Armstrong Guards. By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D. (S. L. M., July 1861.)

“See our banner floating high

Stars in freedom’s shining sky;”—

The Banner-Song: By James B. Marshall. (R. R.)

“Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us,

His bayonets bristle, his sword is unsheathed,”—

The Barefooted Boys: (S. S.)

“By the sword of St. Michael

The old dragon through!”—

The Bars and Stars: Air, “Star Spangled Banner:” by A. W. Haynes. (Randolph.)

“Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o’er the land,

And legions of braves are now rushing to battle,”—

Le Bataille des Mouchoirs: The Greatest Battle of the War: fought Feb. 20, 1863. By a young lady of 17, Eugenie. (S. L. M., Oct., ’63.)

“Of all the battles, modern or old,

By poet sung or historian told,”—

The Battle at Bethel: Air, “Dixie.” (Bohemian from the Richmond Whig.)

“Send out the news from West to South and spread it through the land,

Our noble boys have met the foe at Bethel,”—

The Battle at Bull Run: By Ruth. Louisville, Ky., July 24, 1861. (R. R.)

“Forward, my brave columns, forward!

No other word was spoken;”—

Battle at Bull’s Run: (R. B. B. 7.)

“Oh be easy, don’t you tease me,

While I sing a bit of fun,”—

Battle Before Richmond: By G. B. S., 1862. (W. L.)

“Slowly the great sun rose o’er Richmond’s hills,

Calmly the noble river waved along,”—

Battle Call, Nec temere, nec timide: Dedicated to her countrymen, the Cavaliers of the South, by Annie Chambers Ketchum. Dunrobin Cottage, May, 1861. (R. R.)

“Gentlemen of the South!

Gird on your flashing swords!”—

The Battle Call: By Mrs. E. V. McCord Vernon, Richmond, Va., Feb. 20, 1862. (C. C.)

“Rise Southerner! the day of your glory,

The hour of your destiny’s near”—

Battle Call to Kentucky, 1862: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“Arouse thee, Kentucky! the graves of thy sires

Are pressed by the foot of the foe.”—

Battle Cry of Freedom: By Wm. H. Barnes. (Lee.)

“Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,

Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom.”—

The Battle Cry of the South: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S.)

“Brothers, the thunder-cloud is black,

And the wail of the South wings forth;”—

Battle Eve: By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (S. S.)

“I see the broad red setting sun

Sink slowly down the sky;”—

The Battle Field of Manassas: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)

“Fill, fill the trump of fame

With the name,—

Manassas,”—

Battle Hymn: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury).

“Lord of Hosts, that beholds us in battle, defending

The homes of our sires ’gainst the hosts of the foe”—

Battle Hymn: Columns Steady: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

“Columns steady! make ye ready—with the steel and rifle ready!

Wait the signal! wait the moment—soul and steel and weapon steady!”—

Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier: (R. B. B. 8.)

“Father of earth and heaven, I call thy name!

Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;”—

Battle Ode to Virginia: (R. R.)

“Old Virginia! virgin crowned

Daughter of the royal Bess,”—

Battle of Belmont: (Wash’n.)

“I sing of the Battle of Belmont, ’twas near Columbus town

The Yankees in great numbers from Cairo did come down.”—

Battle of Belmont: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 21, 1861.)

“Now glory to our Southern cause, and praises be to God

That He hath met the Southron’s foe and scourged him with His rod:”—

Battle of Bethel: (Randolph.)

“Saw ye not the ruddy sunlight;

Glancing o’er the hill-tops far,”—

The Battle of Bethel Church: (C. C. from the New Orleans Delta, 10 June, 1861.)

“As hurtles the tempest

Proclaiming the storm,”—

Battle of Big Bethel: (West Res.)

“Though Butler be a hero,

Who ne’er has powder smelt,”—

The Battle of Buena Vista: Inscribed to Jefferson Davis: by a Mississippian. (E. V. M. from the Louisville Courier, April 1866.)

“It was upon the battle field

Where lay the dead and dying”—

The Battle of Charleston Harbor: April 7th, 1863: by Paul H. Hayne. (W. C. S.)

“Two hours or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day,

The Northman’s mailed ‘Invincibles’ steamed up air Charleston Bay;”—

Battle of Galveston: Air, “The Harp that Once Through Tara’s Halls:” by Mrs. E. L. Caplen, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“’Twas on that dark and fearful morn

That anxious hearts beat high!”—

The Battle of Great Bethel: Fought on Sunday, June 9, 1861. Dedicated to Magruder and his command: by “C.,” an American patriot not 14 years old. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway Library.)

“Brave Virginians! on this day

Drive the Northern horde away!”—

Battle of Hampton Roads: By Ossian D. Gorman. (W. G. S. from the Macon Daily Telegraph.)

“Ne’er had a scene of beauty smiled

On placid waters ’neath the sun.”—

The Battle of Hampton Roads: By Tenella, [Mrs. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“Now, once again, let Southern hearts unite in thankful praise,

To the mighty God of battle, mysterious in his ways;”—

Battle of Manassas: July 21, 1861. (W. L.)

“The bridal of the earth and sky! the blessed Sabbath-morn,

Brightens into the perfect day from its soft rosy dawn;”—

The Battle of Manassas: Dedicated to General Beauregard, C. S. A.: by Mrs. Clarke, wife of Colonel Clarke, 14th Regiment, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“‘Now glory to the Lord of Hosts!’ oh! bless and praise His name,

That He hath battled in our cause, and brought our foes to shame.”—

Battle of Manassas (July 21, 1861): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Clear rises now, the glorious sun,

No cloud bedims the sky,”—

The Battle of Manassas: By Susan Archer Talley: Richmond, Aug. 3, 1861. S. L. M., Sept., 1861. (R. B. B. 61.)

“Now proudly lift, of sunny South,

Your glad triumphal strains,”—

The Battle of Richmond. (Psalm xliv. 3-4): By George Herbert Sass, Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land,

And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;”—

The Battle of St. Paul’s (N. O.): Sung by a Louisiana Soldier. Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 17, 1866. (C. C.)

“Come boys and listen while I sing

The greatest fight yet fought”—

Battle of Shiloh: Louisville, Ky. (W. L.)

“Quick, the cannon’s shot did pour

Belching death at every roar,”—

Battle of Shiloh Hill: Air, “Wandering Sailor,” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell,

It is of a noted battle you all remember well;”—

The Battle of the Mississippi: (R. R.)

“The tyrants’ broad pennant is floating

In the South, o’er our waters so blue;”—

The Battle of the Stove Pipes: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] (R. B. B. 86½.)

“On Munson’s heights the Rebel Banners wave.

Their hungry hosts, their ‘loyal’ legions brave,”—

The Battle Rainbow: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., June, ’62. (W. G. S.)

“The warm weary day was departing, the smile

Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.”—

Battle Song: (C. S. B.)

“Have you counted up the cost

What is gained and what is lost”—

Battle Song: Air, “Humors of Glen.” (Randolph.)

“Come strike the loud anthem! Again must the story

Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told!”—

Battle Song: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who commanded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, June ’62, from the Montgomery Mail.)

“Oh, give us a song, an Eagle’s Song—

Our labor and toil rewarding,”—

Battle Song of the “Black Horsemen:” Air, “Dixie:” By C. Winchester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.)

“We have come from the brave Southwest

On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

Battle Song of the Invaded: (R. R.)

“The foe! They come! They come!

Light up the beacon pyre;”—

Battle Song of the Maryland Line: (R. B. B. 77.)

“To arms! to arms! the fight’s begun

Virginia sounds the call;”—

Battle Song of the South: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.)

“Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing,

Proud heritage is thine,”—

Bay Blossom Cottage: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss,

Which ‘Bay-Blossom’ e’er brings to my view!”—

Baylor’s Partisan Rangers: Air, “Dixie.” By Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“Hear the summons, sons of Texas!

Now the fierce invaders nex us.”—

Bayon City Guard’s Dixie: By the Company’s own poet. (Alsb.)

“From Houston City and Brazos bottom,

From selling goods, and making cotton,”—

Bayon City Guard’s Song in the Chickahominy Swamp: (Alsb.)

“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won,

By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”—

Beaufort: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Old home! what blessings late were yours:

The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”—

Beau-Regard: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Montgomery Mail.)

“Flashing, flashing along the wires

The glorious news each heart inspires,”—

Beauregard: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F——. (P. & P. B.)

“In Pavia’s bloody battle field

As troubadours do sing,”—

Beauregard: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. G. S.)

“Let the trumpet shout once more,

Beauregard!”—

Beauregard: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when Beauregard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Our trust is now in thee,

Beauregard!”—

Beauregard at Shiloh: Lines found on the dead body of a Confederate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.)

“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,

And glory the reward”—

Beauregard’s Appeal: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Charleston Courier.)

“Yea! though the need is bitter,

Take down those sacred bells!”—

The Beleaguered City: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.)

“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away,

In the land of myrtle and the rose,”—

Ben M’Culloch: Air, “Something new comes every day.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellow

He goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”—

Ben M’Culloch—He Fell At His Post! By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give

the right to secede,

The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”—

Bentonville: Written on the field, at the close of the first day’s fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.)

“Another battle has been fought, another victory won.

We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”—

Bethel: (S. L. M. January, ’62.)

“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State!

For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”—

A Betrayal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Dallying on as fair a landscape

As the skies in beauty drape,”—

Beyond the Potomac: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the Richmond Whig.)

“They slept on the fields which their valor had won!

But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”—

Bill Hoosier’s Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville: Three days after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, “Sing, sing, Darkies, sing:” by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Why should Hoosiers spill their blood

To enrich Kentucky mud?”—

The Black Flag: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.)

“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strand

The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”—

The Blessed Hand: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8, 1866: “There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated many books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after his death, his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen of his remains but the right hand with which he had done his pious work, and which had been miraculously preserved from decay.” (E. V. M.)

“For you and me, who love the light

Of God’s uncloistered day,”—

The Blessed Heart: Suggested by “The Blessed Hand.” Gratefully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair by Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.)

“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’

That has so well been sung,”—

The Blessed Union—Epigram: (W. G. S.)

“Doubtless to some, with length of ears,

To gratify an ape’s desire,”—

The Blockaders: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Across this threatening ocean tide,

I see the despot’s vessels ride,”—

A Bloody Day is Dawning: By William Munford. July, 1864; In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping from The Baltimore American, c. 1895.)

“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed

Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”—

Blue Coats Are Over the Border: Air, “Blue Bonnets are over the Border:” Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky’s banner spreads

Its folds above our heads;”—

The Blue Cockade: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.)

“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade.

He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”—

The Bold Engineer: Air, “Young Lockinvar:” by O. H. S. Baltimore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“O bully George B. has come out of the West,

Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”—

The Bold Privateer: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller, Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore. (Wash. No. 29.)

“It’s O! my dearest Polly

You and I must part,”—

Bombardment and Battles of Galveston: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” June 1, 1862-January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain Daly’s Company. (Alsb.)

“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede,

At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. E.)

“Come, brothers! rally for the right!

The bravest of the brave.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Harry Macarthy. (C. S. B.)

“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,

Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”—

The Bonnie Dundee of the Border: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins, of the Western Army: by Clarine Rirnarde. (W. L.)

“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,

And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—

The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to Peace: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)

“Though we’re a band of prisoners,

Let each be firm and true,”—

The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)

“My rifle, pouch and knife,

My steed, and then we part,”—

Bouquet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J——: by F. B. (W. F.)

“She stepped within the lighted hall

And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—

The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard: By a Lady of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,

While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—

The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“He is acting o’er the battle,

With his cap and feather gay,”—

Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Boy who thinkest to be wed,

By remembrance of our dead,”—

Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry: (Alsb.)

“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field?

Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”—

Bowing Her Head: (W. G. S.)

“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air,

As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—

Brave Deeds—Brave Fruits: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Am. from Southern Opinion.)

“The record should be made of each brave deed

That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”—

A Brave Girl’s Fate: By Miriam Erle. Charleston, S. C., A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The battle riot raged without

A city’s strong, defiant walls,”—

The Brass-Mounted Army: Air, “Southern Wagon:” by ——, of Colonel A. Bucher’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song,

And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”—

The Bridal Gift: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Fair one, soon my bride to be,

What shall be my gift to thee?”—

Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary! By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hide him in a dark cell,

And fame will crown him there!”—

The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.)

“When Abe called the Council together,

Secession at large to discuss,”—

Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. (W. F.)

“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,

A wooden bench of common size”—

The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)

“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!

What woes can fate still hold in store!”—

The Broken Sword: Suggested by an incident which occurred after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)

“No; never shall this trusty glaive,

Which I so long have borne.”—

The Broker’s ‘Stamp Act’ Lament: July, 1862: (R. B. B. 10.)

“Lord save the South from Liberty (?)

‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”—

The Brotherly Kindness of 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain,

Nor care if so they could regain”—

Bugle Call: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.)

“I love to feel upon my bridle bit

The champ of a thoroughbred,”—

Bugle Note: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe;

With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”—

Bull Run—A Parody: (W. G. S.)

“At Bull Run where the sun was low,

Each Southern face grew pale as snow”—

Bull’s Run: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 11.)

“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not,

These Southerns are only in fun,”—

Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins: At Summerville, Whitsunday, May 15, 1864: by “C. G. P.” (Amaranth.)

“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May,

Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”—

The Burial of Captain O. Jennings Wise: Killed at Roanoke Island, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.)

“Mournfully the bells are tolling,

And the muffled drums are rolling,”—

The Burial of Latane: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July and August 1862. Note: The beautiful image in the including stanza is borrowed and some of the language is versified from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunter, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.)

“The combat raged not long, but ours the day,

And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”—

Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson: Air, “Oporto:” by R. W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.)

“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning,

Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”—

Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.)

“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair,

The earth rejoiced in gladness,”—

Burn the Cotton: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862. (R. R.)

“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton!

Let the solemn triumph rise,”—

Bury Me on the Field, Boys: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. (Amaranth.)

“Bury me on the field, boys!

When the deadly strife is over;”—

Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.)

“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!

From every beauteous Southland vale,”—

Butler’s Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by

The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—

By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)

“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,

And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. ’69)

“The sun has fallen: cool and deep

The night wind moans in murmurs low.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M.)

“The snow has fallen thick and soft,

The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”—

The Cadets at New Market: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Onward they come, they come!

’Mid the wild battle-hum”—

The Call: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.)

“Maryland! Maryland!

Stainless in story”—

The Call: To Editor South Carolinian. By Barhamville. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountain

Hark the war note raises high!”—

The Call! By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Sons of Maryland, arouse!

They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”—

Call All! Call All! By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham, Va., Register.)

“Whoop! The Doodles have broken loose

Running around like the very deuce”—

The Call of Freedom: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.)

“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls,

Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”—

A Call to Kentuckians: By a Southern Rights Woman. Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.)

“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming

Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”—

The Cameo Bracelet: By James B. Randall, of Maryland. (W. G. S.)

“Eva sits on the ottoman there,

Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”—

Campaign Ballad: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)

“Young Florida sends for their clan—the old Dominion’s brave,

With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”—

Camp Douglas By the Lake: A Prison Song. Air, “Cottage by the Sea.” (Fag.)

“Childhood’s days have long since faded,

Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”—

Cannoneer’s Doom: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B., Cottage Hill, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.)

“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red,

Thus sighed a cannoneer,”—

Cannon Song: (S. S.)

“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue!

For the bugle to sing before us,”—

Captain Maffit’s Ballad of the Sea: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Though winds are high and skies are dark

And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”—

The Captain’s Story: (E. V. M.)

“We rested on the battle field

The busy day was o’er.”—

The Captain With His Whiskers: (Alsb.)

“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay

I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—

The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)

“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,

Faded and worn though it be,”—

Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave

No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—

The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. & P. B.)

“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,

We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”—

The Captured Flag: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“It is not strange that you should like to get

Sight of the flag that waved”—

Capture of 17 of Company H., 4th Texas Cavalry: Air, “Wake Snakes and Bite a Biskit.” (Alsb.)

“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three,

We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”—

Carmen Triumphale: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Go forth and bid the land rejoice,

Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”—

Carolina: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.)

“’Mid her ruins proudly stands,

Our Carolina!”—

Carolina: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. Harlee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies. (E. V. M.)

“In the hour of thy glory

When thy name was far renowned,”—

Carolina: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The despot treads thy sacred sands,

Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”—

Carolina: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Carolina! Carolina!

Noble name in State and story”—

Carolina’s Hymn: For the Courier: by E. B. C., Jan. 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tide

Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”—

Cavalier and Roundhead: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Will he ne’er come again,

Come into my waiting arms?”—

The Cavaliers’ Glee: Air, “The Pirates’ Glee:” by Captain Wm. Blackford, of General Stuart’s staff. (S. S.)

“Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding

Of barbs that bear us to the fray:”—

The Cavalier’s Serenade: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee!

By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”—

Charade: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.)

“My first is seen on a field of green

And a lucky elf is he,”—

The Charge of the Georgia Eighth: At the Battle of Manassas, July 21, 1861: by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The rising sun shines gaily,

On proud Manassas height,”—

Charge of Hagood’s Bridage: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864. (W. G. S.)

“Scarce seven hundred men they stand

In tattered, rude array,”—

Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta: July 28, 1864: by F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.)

“Thunders that roll along

Mountains and rocks among,”—

Charge of the Night Brigade: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“At three o’clock, three o’clock,

Three o’clock, onward”—

Charles B. Dreux: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)

“Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead!

Weave the green laurel o’er the undaunted head!”—

Charleston: Written for the Charleston Courier in 1863: by Miss E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.)

“Proudly she stands by the crystal sea,

Within the fires of hate around her,”—

Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“What! still does the Mother of Treason uprear

Her crest ’gainst the Furies that darken her sea?”—

Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.)

“Calmly beside her Tropic strand

An Empress, brave and loyal,”—

Charleston: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Calm as that second summer which precedes

The first fall of the snow,”—

Charlestonians and Yankees: Dialogue between Yankees and the Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) April, 1863.

“Ho! heigho! for Charleston, ho!”—

Charmed Life: (2 Kings vi, 16): by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! ours is such a little, half-armed band

Compared to those who fight to win our land!”—

Cheer, Boys, Cheer! [This was the favorite song of the Kentuckians, and was sung by Southern troops under General Basil Duke at the Battle of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the versions was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated throughout the North. The original “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” has, however, always remained closely identified with Southern sentiment.] (Phot. Hist.)

“Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow:

Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,”—

Chickamauga, “The Stream of Death:” (W. G. S. from the Richmond Sentinel.)

“Chickamauga! Chickamauga!

O’er thy dark and turbid wave”—

Chief Justice Taney: Air, “The Days of Absence.” (R. B. B., 110.)

“Hail, thou noble hearted lawyer,

Advocate of human rights:”—

The Chimes of St. Paul’s: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“When first St. Paul’s, your sweet-voiced chimes

Shed music on the air,”—

Chivalrous C. S. A.: Air, “Vive la Compagnie!” by B. Baltimore, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.)

“I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime,

Chivalrous C. S. A.”—

Christian Love in Battle: An incident which occurred at Manassas. Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. H. Holcombe. (S. L. M., Sept., 1861.)

“The Northern soldier reeled and fell

Upon the bloody ground to die:”—

Christmas Carol, for 1862: From “Beechenbrook:” by Mrs. M. J. Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.)

“Halt, the march is over

Day is almost done;”—

Christmas Day, A. D., 1861: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.)

“The day’s high festival is come,

The time of careless mirth,”—

Christmas Eve: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Christmas is here—time to be glad!

Alas! I seldom am so sad”—

Christmas, 1863: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“How grace this hallowed day?

Shall hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire”—

Christmas Night of ’62: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., ’63. (B. E.)

“The wintry blast goes wailing by.

The snow is falling overhead.”—

Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)

“Night lingered over quiet shore and bay

In grim repose where fort and battery lay,”—

The Church of the North: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of Vermont. Written during the General Convention, Oct., 1862: by Kentucky. (S. C. S.)

“In the midst of raging billows

Zion’s harp hung on the willows,”—

The Church of the South to the Church of the North: Written on reading an article in the Church Journal of New York, which I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“We are not divided—no never! no! no!

For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:”—

Civile Bellum: [In many collections this poem is entitled “The Fancy Shot.” It was first published in London, in the paper called “Once A Week,” signed “From the Once United States,” and was there entitled “Civile Bellum.” It is believed to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died in 1876.—Editor.] (G. C. E.)

“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot

Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”—

Cleburne: (Im.)

“How far and fast the autumn blast

Beats the dead leaves o’er the ground:”—

Cleburne: “Another Star now Shines on High:” by M. A. Jennings of Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Selma Dispatch, 1864.)

“Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave

Hath fallen in his country’s cause, and found a laurelled grave,”—

The Clerk’s Lament: By F. B., Dalton, March 26, 1863. (W. F.)

“Give my companions back to me,

My rock built hut so gray,”—

The Cliff Beside the Sea: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.)

“Five summers bright have come and gone,

A weary time to me,”—

Close the Ranks: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.)

“The fell invader is before!

Close the ranks! Close up the ranks!”—

Clouds in the West: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West

A manly shout for instant succor comes”—

The Clouds of War: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O God, the clouds of war press heavily!

I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe,”—

Coast-Guard Cogitations: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“On the cold, white sand

Of a wave-washed strand,”—

Coercion: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., March, 1861. (S. S.)

“Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny

A resolute people the right to be free”—

Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. (Alsb.)

“There is a wail

As if the voice of sadness, long and deep,”—

The Colonel Gilbert: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed

Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;”—

The Color-Bearer: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The shock of battle swept the lines,

And wounded men, and slain,”—

Columbia: By J. C. J. (W. L.)

“On thy banks, in pride and beauty

Stands the city, Congaree!”—

Coming at Last: By Geo. H. Miles. Frederick Co., Md. (E.V. M.)

“Up on the hill there,

Who are they, pray,”—

Company A. Seventh Regiment, Texas Cavalry: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Mrs. Dr. M’Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 3, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Let genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation,

To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and potent nation!”—

Company L, 20th Regiment, T. V. I.: Air, “Root Hog or Die:” by a Private in said company. (Alsb.)

“O here is our Company, the famous Company K

They are always on the sick list unless it’s ration day”—

The Confederacy: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.)

“Born to a day, full grown, our Nation stood,

The pearly light of heaven was her face,”—

The Confederate Dead: By author of “Albert Hastings.” A.D., 1866. (C. C.)

“O, not o’er these, the true and brave

Whose mangled forms in many a grave”—

The Confederate Dead: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June, (1866?) (E. V. M. from the Macon Journal.)

“From the broad and calm Potomac,

Is the Rio Grande’s waves,”—

The Confederate Dead: (C. C.)

“They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece

For history knows no nobler race,”—

The Confederate Flag: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“No more o’er living hearts to wave,

Its tattered folds forever furled,”—

The Confederate Flag: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. R.)

“Flag of the South! Flag of the free!

Thy stars shall cheer each eye,”—

The Confederate Flag: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New Orleans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B., 16½.)

“Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee:

Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee,”—

The Confederate Flag: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.)

“Four stormy years we saw it gleam

A people’s hope—and then refurled”—

The Confederate Flag: Red, White and Blue. Composed and Sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. B., 16½.)

“On the Banks of the Potomac, there’s an army so grand,

Whose object’s to subjugate Dixie’s fair land”—

Confederate Land: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.)

“States of the South! Confederate Land!

Our foe has come—the hour is nigh;”—

The Confederate Note: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.)

“Representing nothing on God’s earth now,

And naught in the water below it:”—

Confederate Oath: Air, “My Maryland;” circulated sub rosa in New Orleans. (Alsb.)

“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”—

A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love: By Major McKnight (“Asa Hartz”), A. A. B., General Loring’s staff. Johnston’s Island. (E. V. M.)

“My love reposes on a rosewood frame,

A bunk have I:”—

Confederate Paradox: “The falling debris now aids in strengthening Fort Sumter,” Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863. (W. L.)

“A seeming evil often is

A great and glorious benefit,”—

The Confederate Soldier’s Wife—Parting from Her Husband. (R. B. B., 17.)

“Here is thy trusty blade!

Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;”—

Confederate Song: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” Dedicated to the Kirk’s Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. Sung by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk’s Ferry barbecue, Catahoula, La. (R. R.)

“Rally round our country’s flag!

Rally, boys, nor do not lag,”—

The Confederate States: (R. B. B., 16.)

“Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans,

Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams”—

A Confederate Valentine: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by Peter Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“When these lines you read

Think not of him unkind”—

Confiscation: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow!

A tyrant says we must, or bow us low”—

Congressman Ely: Air, “Hi Ho Dobbin.” (Wash’n, 44.)

“As I rode down to Manassas one day,

With heart light as air and spirit so gay,”—

Conquered: By F. B. (W. F.)

“Like the bird who sings at midnight,

I am lone,”—

The Conquered Banner: By Moina. [The Reverend J. A. Ryan, of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.]: music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M. from the Freeman’s Journal, June 24, 1865.)

“Furl that banner for ’tis weary

Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary;”—

The Conscription Bill: (S. L. M., April, ’62.)

“Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen

That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”—

Conscript’s Departure: (Army.)

“You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette,

There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget,”—

Contraband: (Cav.)

“Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa

Wif de mustach on his face,”—

Corinth. (April, 1862): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Land of the Pioneer—behold! come

To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”—

The Cotton Boll: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“While I recline

At ease beneath”—

The Cotton-Burners’ Hymn: “On yesterday, all the cotton in Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Probably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”—Memphis Appeal. (W. G. S.)

“Lo! where Mississippi rolls

Oceanward its stream,”—

Cotton Doodle: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee Doodle had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2, 1861. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston Evening News.

“Hurrah for brave King Cotton!

The Southerners are singing;”—

Cotton is King: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] Baltimore, Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.)

“All hail to the great King.

Quick to him your tribute bring”—

The Cotton States’ Farewell to Yankee Doodle: Atlanta, Ga., Feb. 1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond Dispatch, copied from the Georgia papers.)

“Yankee Doodle fare you well

Rice and cotton float you;”—

The Countersign: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.)

“Alas! the weary hours pass slow,

The night is very dark and still,”—

Country, Home and Liberty: (R. B. B., 18.)

“Freedom calls you! Quick be ready,—

Rouse ye in the name of God,—”

Creation of Dixie: 1861. (C. C.)

“Created by a nation’s glee

With jest and song and revelry”—

Crippled for Life: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] “Mountain Home,” S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’62.)

“On a low couch as the bright day is dying

Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,”—

Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido: By J. C. M. New York, March 20, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“You may furl the gleaming star-cross

That lit a hundred fields,”—

A Cry to Arms: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, 1862. (R. R.)

“Ho! woodsmen of the mountain-side!

Ho! dwellers in the vales!”—

The Darlings at Home: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.):

“The sentinel treads his martial round,

Afar from his humble home”—

Da Vis!: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. B. 73.)

“Give us one chance, ’tis all we ask,

Be retribution then our task:”—

The Dead: (Randolph.)

“On the field of battle lying,

Was a youthful hero dying”—

Dead: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond Examiner.)

“Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze

On it still and again,”—

Dead: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of war. Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Dead! with no loving hand to part

The soft hair back from the pallid brow”—

Dead Jackson: (E. V. M.)

“A chaplet! as ye pause ye brave

Beside the broad Potomac’s wave”—

Dead on Manassas Plain: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.)

“Close beside the broken grasses,

Near the setting of the day,”—

The Dead Soldier: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Go where the dying soldiers lie

Eve blushing closes now her eye,”—

Dear Liberty: or Maryland Will Be Free: Air, “Carry me back to old Virginny:” by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. B. B., 73.)

“Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile,

Ere long we’ll greet thee again.”—

Dear Mother I’ve Come Home to Die: Music by Henry Tucker: words by E. Bowers. Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M.)

“Dear Mother, I remember well,

The parting kiss you gave to me”—

Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies;

Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;”—

The Death of Ashby: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, 1862. (S. L. M., May, 1862.)

“Wild rings the raging battle cry;

It’s thunders echo in the sky,”—

The Death of General A. S. Johnston: (S. O. S.)

“A nation tolls his requiem;

Bring forth the victor’s diadem,”—

Death of Albert Sidney Johnston: By George B. Milnor, Harrisburg, Tex. (Alsb.)

“The sun was sinking o’er the battle plain,

Where the night winds were already sighing,”—

Death of Jackson: By Cornelia M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Brightly the moon o’er pallid corpses streaming,

Mingled her soft rays with the cannon’s breath,”—

Death of William H. Mitchell: Killed at Gettysburg: by Lieutenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“So bright in his genius—so bright in his youth

Gone to his grave!”—

Death of Polk: (W. L.)

“We hear a solemn saddening sound,

A mournful knell;”—

Death of Stonewall Jackson: (Fag.)

“On a bright May morn in ’sixty-three,

And eager for the action,”—

Death of Stonewall Jackson: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)

“Southrons all bewail the loss

Of a hero true and brave,”—

Death of the Lincoln Despotism: Air, “Root, Hog, or Die:” (P. & P. B. from the Richmond Times-Despatch.)

“’Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta hailed

An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed.”—

Death of the Young Partisan: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Richmond.)

“He fell—not where numbers were falling

Whose groans with the cannon peal blend,”—

The Debt of Maryland: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B., 72.)

“Remember, men of Maryland,

You have a debt to pay.”—

De Cotton Down in Dixie: (“These capital verses were found on board of the English barque ‘Premier’ in January, 1863, bound from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of Madeira, by Lone Star, of Galveston, Texas.”) (Alsb.)

“I’m gwine back to de land of cotton,

Wid de ‘English Flag’ in an ‘English Bottom’”—

Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artillery, C. S. A.: by Captain G. W. Alexander. (R. B. B. 81.)

“The Maryland boys are coming

Dost hear their stirring drums?”—

Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears: By F. B. Kingston, Feb. 23, 1864. (W. F.)

“To you, though known but yesterday, I trust

These winged thoughts of mine”—

Dejected: By G. W. Archer, M. D.: In the Field, Sept.’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Turmoil, never, never ending!

Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!”—

Desolated: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“A weight of suffering my spirit seals

As I stand of life’s sweetest joys bereft,”—

Despondency: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“The waters in life’s goblet sink,

Which late were foaming to its brink”—

The Despot’s Song: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, 1862. (R. R.)

“With a beard that was filthy and red

His mouth with tobacco bespread”—

Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas: A Parody: by J. J. H. (R. R.)

“Abe Lincoln came down like a wolf on the fold,

And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold,”—

The Devil’s Delight: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

“To breakfast one morning the Devil came down,

By demons and vassals attended:”—

The Devil’s Visit to Old Abe: Written on the occasion of Lincoln’s proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle of Manassas: by Reverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb. 10, 1862. (Wash’n 52.)

“Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state,

With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate”—

Devotion: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Now that another year’s gone by

And gushing tears have filled the eye”—

Died: Arthur Robinson: Richmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Gone from the tumult—gone from the strife,

From the evil times that sadden life;”—

A Dirge: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, ’61. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“How can I rest?

E’en in the quiet of this lonely wood”—

Dirge for Ashby: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.)

“Hear ye that thrilling word—

Accent of dread”—

Disgrace and Shame: Air, “The Campbells Are Coming.” (R. B. B. 21.)

“Hallo! what’s the matter?

Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—

Dixey’s Land: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md. (Wash’n 54.)

“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,

Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—

Dixie: (E. V. M.)

“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,

Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—

Dixie: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.)

“Southron, your country calls you

And in arms must now enroll you”—

Dixie: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.)

“Southrons, hear your country call you!

Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—

Dixie: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. (N. Y. P. L.)

“In Dixie cotton loves to grow

With leaf of green and boll of snow,”—

Dixie Doodle: (Randolph.)

“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morning

So Yankeedom had best look out”—

Dixie the Land of King Cotton: From the Highly Successful Musical Operetta “The Vivandiere.” Words by Captain Hughes of Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.)

“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,

The home of the brave and the free,”—

Dixie War Song: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.)

“Hear ye not the sounds of battle

Sabres clash and muskets rattle?”—

Dix’s Manifesto: Air, “Dearest Mae:” by “B.” Baltimore, Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.)

“Once on a time in Baltimore

There reigned a mighty King.”—

Dodge’s Police: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 24.)

“Come all ye Southern lassies

That joined in our parade,”—

Doffing the Gray: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savannah, Ga. (W. G. S.)

“Off with your gray suits, boys—

Off with your rebel gear”—

Do They Miss Me in the Trenches! Vicksburg Song. Air, “Do They Miss Me at Home.” (Alsb.)

“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,

When the shells fly so thickly round,”—

Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us? By Father A. J. Ryan. (Sunny.)

“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,

Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—

Down-Trodden Maryland: Air, “Tom Bowling:” by B. [This is especially interesting because the poem, which is here of three stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in its 3rd edition, expanded to 6 stanzas, 1+a+2+b+c+3, signed N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 4, 1862.] (R. B. B. 64.)

“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie

The noblest of all States”—

Do Ye Quail? By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,

The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—

Dreaming: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,

In a charmed trance she lies;”—

Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M’Cabe. Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)

“I picture her there in the quaint old room

Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—

A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)

“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,

Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—

Drinking Song: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By F. B. (W. F.)

“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,

In troubles who wish to be gay,”—

The Drummer Boy: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“All pallid upon his couch he lay,

As death fast dimmed his eye,”—

The Drummer Boy of Shiloh: (Alsb.)

“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,

Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—

During a Snow Storm: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Mists of beauty fill the air,

With splendor rare:”—

Dutch Volunteer: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.)

“It was in Ni Orleans city

I first heard der drums und fife,”—

Duty and Defiance: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)

“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!

Texas needs us all, Texans!”—

The Dying Confederate’s Last Words: By Maryland. [Note in pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.)

“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,

My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—

The Dying Mother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’

Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—

The Dying Soldier: (R. B. B. 22.)

“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!

You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—

The Dying Soldier: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from The Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Lay him down gently where shadows lie still

And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—

The Dying Soldier: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.)

“Gather round him where he’s lying,

Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—

The Dying Soldier: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“I am dying, comrade, dying,

Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—

Dying Soldier Boy: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B. Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)

“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!

The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—

The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the Battle Plain: An admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)

“The moon rose o’er the battle plain

And smiled from her dark throne,”—

Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson: (Hubner.)

“The stars of night contain the glittering Day

And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—

1861: (E. V. M.)

“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,

The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—

Eight Years Ago: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. (Sunny.)

“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,

When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—

Elegy on Leaving Home: Air, “Good-bye:” by Major Webber, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. December, 1862. (W. L.)

“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,

Where I hoped to live and die;”—

Ella Nocare: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., ’64.)

“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,

Was born of a wealthy sire”—

The Empty Sleeve: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)

“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see

The sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—

Encore et Toujours Maryland: by Constance Cary: (Bohemian.)

“A plea for Maryland!

Outraged old Maryland!”—

The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City: Andrew Jackson’s Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,

Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—

Enfants du Sud: By R. Thomassy: for the Courier. Nouvelle Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace

Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—

England’s Neutrality: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.)

“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,

Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—

Enigma: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’

My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—

Enlisted Today: (W. G. S.)

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,

And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—

The Ensign: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by Robert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl’s Brigade, Aug. 14, 1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—

Rang the music to many an ear,”—

Epistle to the Ladies: By W. E. M., of General Lee’s Army. (W. L.)

“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,

Of whatso’er degree,”—

Ethnogenesis: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,

and shall not evening call another star.”—

Eulogy of the Dead: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Oh! weep not for the dead

Whose blood for freedom shed,”—

Evacuation of Manassas: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862. S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of Rear Guard of Army. (E. V. M.)

“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,

When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—

Exchanged! By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)

“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,

He is borne to his last resting place;”—

The Exiled Soldiers’ Adieu to Maryland: By I. Camp near Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. B. B. 79.)

“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!

For honor calls me now away from thee.”—

The Exodus: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.)

“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,

And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—

The Expected Texas Invasion: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston, Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.)

“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—

Could the scions of freemen admit?”—

Fable or History: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (S. L. M.)

“A hungry Ape one summer’s day

Did idly through a forest stray,”—

The Fair and the Brave: Flag Presentation to the “Jackson Hornets” by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, Ala. Written by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“First to rise against oppression

In this glorious Southern band;”—

The Faith of The South: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God is the weak man’s arm,

We cannot feel despair;”—

The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,

While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—

Farewell: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.)

“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast

’Gainst the foe,”—

Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner: By Mrs. E. D. Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.)

“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,

And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—

Farewell to Brother Johnathan: By Caroline. (R. R.)

“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—

Farewell to Johnson’s Island: By Major George McKnight (Asa Hartz). (Sunny.)

“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,

Where misery marked my days;”—

A Farewell to Pope: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)

“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,

Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—

Fast and Pray: “I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general fasting and prayer,” Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.)

“Soldier, on the whitened field,

Resting on thy burnished shield,”—

Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Hark to the silvery chiming

That stirs the quiet air,”—

The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—

Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—

The Federal Vandals: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author: The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply to our Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by himself.) (R. R. and under the title of It is I! R. B. B.)

“They come, they come,—a motley crew

For rapine, rape and plunder met;”—

The Federal Vendue: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. B. B. 27).

“And going—going! Step up, friends,

I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—

Few Days: (Alsb.)

“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;

And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—

Fiat Justitia: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., under title of God Will Repay R. B. B.)

“There is no day however darkly clouded

But hath a brighter sun,”—

Field of Glory: By J. H. Hewitt.

“When upon the field of glory

’Mid the battle cry”—

The Field of Williamsburg: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M., Aug. ’63.)

“Back to the field, whence yestere’en

The Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—

The Fiend Unbound: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“No more with glad and happy cheer

And smiling face, doth Christmas come”—

Fight On! Fight Ever! By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, Sept. 7, 1863. (C. C.)

“Still wave the stars and bars

O’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—

The Fire of Freedom: (W. G. S.)

“The holy fire that nerved the Greek

To make his stand at Marathon.”—

First Love: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.)

“In the blithesome days of boyhood,

In the unforgotten past;”—

Fishing in Troubled Waters: (R. B. B. 87.)

“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.

To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—

The Flag: (R. B. B. 77.)

“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,

To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—

The Flag of Secession: Air, “The Star Spangled Banner:” [by Frederick Pinkney?] (R. B. B. 27.)

“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early light

What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—

Flag of Our Country: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside in possession of Editor.)

“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,

Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—

Flag of the Free Eleven: (Randolph.)

“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,

For the smile of approving Heaven”—

The Flag of the Lone Star: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“Hurrah for the Lone Star!

Up, up to the mast,”—

The Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: suggested by the raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles P. Lenox. (R. B. B. 26½.)

“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,

Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—

Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: by J. H., Baltimore, Md. (R. B. B. 26½.)

“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor

The emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—

Flag of the Southland: Air, “I’m Afloat:” by Major E. W. Cave, of Houston: (Alsb.)

“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!

Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—

Flag of Truce: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, July, 1864. (W. L.)

“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—

White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—

Flight of Doodles: (R. R.)

“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—

I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—

The Foe at the Gates: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S.)

“Ring round her! children of her glorious skies

Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—

Fold It Up Carefully: A reply to the lines entitled “The Conquered Banner:” by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart. of England, Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to us from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the author to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet appeared in print.) (E. V. M.)

“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,

Say not that your hopes are fled;”—

Follow! Boys, Follow! By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“Follow, brave boys, follow!

’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—

For Bales: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)

“We all went down to New Orleans,

For Bales, for Bales;”—

For Punch: (Bohemian from the Southern Literary Messenger.)

“For fifty years the world has rung

With nothing strange or new, sir,”—

Forget? Never! By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)

“Can the mother forget the child of her love,

Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—

Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;

Death howls over liberty,”—

Fort Donelson: The Siege: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)

“I cannot look on the sunshine

That breaks thro’ the clouds today”—

Fort Moultrie: For the Courier: by Carolina. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Long the pride of Carolina,

Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—

Forts Morris and Moultrie: (Bohemian.)

“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!

List! methinks I hear the strain”—

Fort Sumter: (R. R. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“It was a noble Roman

In Rome’s imperial day,”—

Fort Sumter: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,

Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—

Fort Sumter: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Up through the water, towering high,”—

Fort Sumter: A Southern Song. Air, “Dearest May:” by Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.)

“Come now and gather round me,

A story I’ll relate,”—

Fort Wagner: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Glory unto the gallant boys who stood

At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—

The 47th Va. Regiment: At the Battle of Frazier’s Farm, June 30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.)

“Virginians! let the foe now feel

What vengeance ours may be;”—

The Four Brothers: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,

O’er the form so cold and chill,”—

A Fragment: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?

Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—

A Fragment, Cabinet Council: From the Charleston Mercury. (P. & P. B.)

“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,

Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—

Freedom’s Call: Air, “God Save the South.” Baltimore, June 1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.)

“Southrons, to arms!

Justice with flaming sword,”—

Freedom’s Muster Drum: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.)

“When Freedom from her dazzling home

Looked down upon the breathing world,”—

Freedom’s New Banner: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. (Fag. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“When clouds of apprehension o’ershaded

The banner that Liberty bore,”—

From the Rapidan, 1864: (W. G. S.)

“A low wind in the pines!

And a dull pain in the breast!”—

From the South to the North: By C. L. S. (R. R.)

“There is no union when the hearts

That once were bound together,”—

The Frontier Ranger: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.)

“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.

A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—

The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,

Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—

Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston: (Fag.)

“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!

We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—

The Gallant Colonel: (R. B. B. 32.)

“There lived a man in Brooklin town

An Abolition teacher”—

Gallant Second Texans: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by M. B. Smith, Company C., 2nd Texas: (Alsb.)

“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear,

Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”—

Gather! Gather! By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.)

“Gather around your country’s flag,

Men of the South! the hour has come,”—

The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers: Air, “La Marseillaise.” (S. L. M., June, 1861.)

“Sons of the South! behold the morning

God-like ascends his golden car,”—

Gay and Happy: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, “Gay and Happy.” (C. S. B.)

“We’re the boys so gay and happy

Wheresoe’er we chance to be”—

Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion: By Ina M. Porter of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strand

While comrades of the Legion stand,”—

General Albert Sidney Johnston: By Mary Jervey, of Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell

While into Victory’s arms he led us on;”—

General Beauregard: (R. B. B. 9.)

“When war clouds gathered about our land

And out of the North came a hostile band,”—

General Butler: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B. 12.)

“Butler and I went out from camp

At Bethel to make battle,”—

General Hood’s Last Charge: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.)

“The twilight of death is beginning to fall.

Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—

A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.)

“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,

Fly to the Fields with me;”—

General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, “Dandy Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,

And darkest o’er the brave true band”—

General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air

Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

General Jeff Davis: Air, “Kelvin Grove:” (West. Res.)

“Who is this with noble mien

Southern hearties, O!”—

General John B. Floyd: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“The noble hero calmly sleeps

Unheeding all life’s surging woes,”—

General Johnston: Air, “American Star.” (R. B. B. 50.)

“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’

The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”—

General Lee: Air, “Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (R. B. B. 60.)

“There is a man in Old Virginny

His name is General Lee,”—

General Lee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’ve tried to write of General Lee,

But always stop, to bend my knee”—

General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son

Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”—

General Price’s Appeal: (Alsb.)

“Come from the Western fountains,

Come from the plains so wild and rough,”—

General Robert E. Lee: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“As went the knight with sword and shield

To tourney or to battle field,”—

General Tom Green: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone!

A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”—

Georgia, My Georgia!: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,

That sounds along thy sunny shore,”—

A Georgia Volunteer: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the neglected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, a regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field where its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar daring, even among the ‘foot-cavalry’ of Jackson: by Xariffa. (C. C.)

“Far up the lonely mountain-side

My wandering footsteps led;”—

Gettysburg: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North Carolina. (Amaranth.)

“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea,

From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”—

The Girl I Left Behind Me: (Alsb.)

“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgy

With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”—

The Girls of the Monumental City: Written by a Confederate Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.)

“Daughters of the sunny South

Where Freedom loves to dwell,”—

Give Them Bread! By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)

“Have you heard the calls for succor,

Cries of hunger that have come,”—

Give Up! By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate

That the blood which now reddens your veins,”—

Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. (W. F.)

“It is a curious world, this world of ours,

Time but creates in order to destroy,”—

Glorious January 1, 1863: Air, “Oaks of James Davis:” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song

Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”—

God and Our Rights: (Randolph.)

“God and our Right, from every glen,

Come marching ranks of fearless men,”—

God Be Our Trust: Air, “Heaven Is Our Home: let not our courage fail.” (R. B. B. 37.)

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,

Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”—

God Bless Our Land: Anthem of the Confederate States: by E. Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Oh God! our only King,

To Thee our hearts we bring;”—

God Bless Our President: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God bless our President,

The hope of the Free!”—

God Bless Our Southern Land: Air, “God Save the Queen.” Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and sung on the occasion of his public reception in the city of Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.)

“God bless our Southern land,

God save our sea-girt land,”—

God Bless the South: Air, “God Speed the Right.” (R. B. B. 32.)

“Now to heaven one prayer ascending,

God bless the South”—

God Help Kentucky: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Lord from Thy heavenly throne

Thy holy will be done;”—

God Save the South: (R. R.)

“God bless our Southern land!

Guard our beloved land!”—

God Save the South: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Wake every minstrel’s strain,

Ring o’er each Southern plain,”—

God Save the South: National Hymn: By George H. Miles of Frederick, Md.: music by C. W. A. Ellerbock, permission of A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published in the South during the War.] S. L. M., Oct., 1863, from the Charleston Mercury. (C. S. B.)

“God save the South,

Her altars and firesides”—

God Save the Southern Land: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, of Md.: (Amaranth.)

“Oh, let the cry awaken,

From every hero-band”—

Going Home: By M. L. M. (W. L.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave,

No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray,”—

Gone to the Battlefield: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.)

“The reaper has left the field,

The mower has left the plain,”—

Goober Peas: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known Confederate songs.] (Im.)

“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day,

Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”—

Good News From Dixie: (R. B. B. 34.)

“How the South’s great heart rejoices

At your cannon’s ringing voices,”—

The Good Old Cause: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala. (W. G. S.)

“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’

’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”—

Governor Hicks: Air, “Money Musk.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Mister Hicks, full of tricks,

Now prying, next time trying,”—

Grant’s Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings: Air, “Spanish Hymn” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Saviour, when in dust to Thee,

Low we bow adoring knee,”—

Grave of A. Sidney Johnston: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.)

“The Lone Star State secretes the clay

Of him who led on Shiloh’s field,”—

The Grave of Ashby: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.)

“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won

A fadeless wreath of glory:”—

Grave of Washington: (Cav.)

“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep

’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”—

Graves for the Invaders: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. (R. B. B. 35.)

“Graves for the invaders—graves

Scoop’d from the reeking sod”—

Graves of Our Home-Heroes: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March 31, 1865. (Corinth).

“Behold! they sleep,

Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”—

Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity! Air, “Dixie.” (R. B. B. 35.)

“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befell

And the place where it happened was big Bethel,”—

Great Cry and Little Wool or the leading Republicans described in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. B. B. 34½.)

“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask,

Though mine is but a scurvy task”—

The Great Fast Day in the South: June 13th: by B. Orange county. (S. L. M. August, ’61.)

“From yonder high embattled grounds

Where Harper’s Ferry stands,”—

Greek Fire: or, The Siege of Charleston: By Eustanzia. New Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash’n 78.)

“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle!

Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”—

Greeting for Victory: For the Courier: by C. G. P. Charleston, April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Carolinians, ye have answered

To our Mother’s thrilling call,”—

The Griffin: (Alsb.)

“’Tis said the Griffins of olden time

Were strange and monstrous creatures,”—

Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scouting parties of rebel partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 1864. (E. V. M. ’69 from the New York Round Table.)

“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout—

Just after the midnight he stole out,”—

The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain,

To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—

The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which these stirring lines are read, to know that they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in Mss. through the courtesy of a returned prisoner.—Richmond Examiner.] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.)

“Awake and to horses! my brothers,

For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—

Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha! Air, “Ha! Ha! the wooing, ha!” by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, Ky. (S. O. S.)

“Kirby Smith came here to fight!

Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”—

Happy Land of Canaan: (J. M. S.)

“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me long

All about the times we are gaining;”—

Happy Land of Canaan: A Texas Song. (Randolph.)

“Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds

When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

Hardee’s Defense of Savannah: A Southern Ballad of the War. (R. B. B. 40.)

“Have you heard of the brave Hardee

The famous General Hardee?”—

Hard Times: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Just listen awhile and give ear to my song

Concerning this war, which will not take me long;”—

Hark! The Summons: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. B. B. 41.)

“Hark! in the South the thundering drum,

The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”—

Hark! Hark! The War Bugle: Air, “Hark! Hark! the Soft Bugle:” (Randolph.)

“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum,

Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”—

Harp of the South: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.)

“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain

Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”—

Harp of the South, Awake! A Southern war song dedicated to Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by C. L. Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 1863. S. L. M. Editor’s Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.)

“Harp of the South awake

From every golden wire,”—

Headquarters in the Saddle: (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ places

Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”—

Hearing Cannon: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I feel as though in my own coffin laid,

Listening to the last office that is paid,”—

The Heart of Louisiana: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Oh let me weep while o’er our land

Vile discord strides, with sullen brow,”—

Heart Victories: By a Soldier’s Wife. Front Royal, Virginia, Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (E. V. M.)

“There’s not a stately hall,

There’s not a cottage fair,”—

He’ll See It When He Wakes: By Frank Lee. (Im.)

“Amid the clouds of battle smoke

The sun had died away,”—

Here and There, A Contrast: (E. V. M. from The Sunny South.)

“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South,

There’s hurrying to and fro,”—

Here’s Your Mule: (Alsb.)

“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell,

Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”—

A Hero’s Daughter: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“She boasts no Amazonian charms,

Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”—

The Hero’s Dream: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at Larmenesburg: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Weary from his long toil

To free his native land,”—

The Hero Without A Name: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., also S. S. No. 7.)

“I loved when a child, to seek the page

Where war’s proud tales are grandly told,”—

Hicksie: (Parody on “Dixie”.) (R. B. B. 66.)

“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks in

Case things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”—

His Last Words: (W. G. S.)

“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees,

And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”—

Holly and Cypress: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Merry old Christmas has come again,

With plenty of pleasure,—naught of pain;”—

Home: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Composed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.)

“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast

And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”—

Home—After the War: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.)

“In the grassy lane as the sun went down,

He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”—

Home Again! By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.)

“Home again! Home again!

From Lake Erie’s shore;”—

Home Again: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. M.)

“My dear wife awaits my coming,

My children lisp my name,”—

Homespun: (Bohemian.)

“The air is balmy with the breath

Of the early coming Spring,”—

The Homespun Dress: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Carrie Bell Sinclair. (C. S. B.)

“Oh, yes I am a Southern girl

And glory in the name,”—

Hood’s Old Brigade “On the March:” By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

“’Twas midnight when we built our fires—

We marched at half-past three!”—

Hood’s Texas Brigade: (Alsb.)

“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning,

Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”—

Horse-Marines at Galveston: Air, “The Barring of the Door.” (Alsb.)

“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon,

Before the break of day, O,”—

The Hour Before Execution: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains

Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”—

How McClellan Took Manassas: By Ole Napoleon. (West. Res.)

“Heard ye how the bold McClellan,

(He, the wether with the bell on,)”—

How the Soldiers Talk: By Joseph Scrutchen, of Atlanta, Ga. (Im.)

“We have heard the Yankees yell,

We have heard the Rebels shout,”—

Hurrah! The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. Invincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mobile Register.)

“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States!

With her banner of white, red and blue;”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Gum Tree Canoe.” (R. B. B. 22.)

“Our country now calls, we’re up and away

To meet the vile Yankee in battle array”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:” by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.)

“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah

And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”—

Hurrah for the Red and White: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, “Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah!

Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”—

Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins. (Wash’n 86.)

“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see,

Far in the misty dawn,”—

Hurrah, My Brave Boys: (Randolph.)

“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife,

Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”—

Hurrying On: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C. from the Charleston Mercury, also R. B. B. No. 3.)

“Hurrying on the midst of excitement

Pushing extravagant projects through”—

Hymn for the South: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by Preston Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Koepper, to be published as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. (R. N. S.)

“Tho’ lone, how fair, how bright

Thou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”—

Hymn to the Dawn: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.)

“From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky

That has darkened our desolate land,”—

Hymn to the National Flag: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“Float aloft, thou stainless banner,

Azure cross and field of light,”—

I Am Coming, Ella: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.)

“I am coming, Ella, coming,

Though the moment still be far:”—

I Am Sick, Don’t Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor’s Certificate: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (West. Res.)

“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read,

That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”—

I Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Five, I Will Make My Wife Stay At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea: Air, “I Wish My Wife Had No Crying Baby.” (West. Res.)

“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire,

I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”—

The Icy Road to Niblet’s Bluff: Air, “Shiloh Hill:” by J. C. H., Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell,

’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”—

If a Soldier Meet a Soldier: Air, “Coming Through the Rye:” by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.)

“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din,

And the soldier kills the soldier,—surely ’tis no sin;”—

If You Belong to Dixie’s Land: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” (R. B. B. 42.)

“To bring you this good news I’ve come

You’ll always find yourself at home,”—

If You Love Me: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)

“You have told me that you love me,

That you worship at my shrine,”—

Ignivomus Cotton’s Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky: III, He Glorifieth Cotton. For the Louisville Journal. Charleston, S. C., Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.)

“Dear Uncle: I’m certain you never have thought on

The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:”—

I’m Conscripted, Smith, Conscripted: By Albert Roberts of Nashville, Tenn. (Hubner.)

“I’m conscripted, Smith, conscripted!

Ebb the subterfuges fast”—

I’m Going Home to Dixie: (Alsb.)

“There is a land where cotton grows,

A land where milk and honey flows”—

Imogen: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.)

“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;

List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—

Impromptu: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.)

“The South, the South, the glorious South,

Now calls forth all her men,”—

I’m Thinking of the Soldier: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin. (Alsb.)

“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall,

As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—

Independence Day: (E. V. M.)

“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing!

And men have marched in stricken fields,”—

Independence Hymn: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.)

“True sons of the South, from whose militant sires

The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—

In Divina Catena: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes!

Torture him dumb and dim!”—

In Death United: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. M., Jan. ’62.)

“Surely in life’s final moments

Ere the spirit takes its flight,”—

Information Wanted: Of my son ——. He was known to be engaged in last ——s fight and cannot now be found. Was a private in Company —, —— Regiment, —— Volunteers. Any tidings of him will be gratefully received by his anxious father at —— House. (E. V. M.)

“Oh! stranger, can you tell me where,

Where is my boy—my brave bright boy!”—

In His Blanket on the Ground: By Caroline Howard Gervais, of Charleston. (Bohemian.)

“Weary, weary lies the soldier

In his blanket on the ground,”—

In Hollywood—A Slumber Song: By Gillie Cary. (C. S. B.)

“O ye starry night skies

With your thousand bright eyes,”—

In Memoriam Aeternam—My Brother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.)

“When first the clarion blast of civil war

Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;”—

In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry: Inscribed to General William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gilleland. Austin, Jan. 4, 1862. (Alsb.)

“The war steed is champing his bit with disdain,

And wild is the flash of his eye,”—

In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas Polk: by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done,

This life’s fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;”—

In Memory of Ashby: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)

“Weep, women of the Valley—weep, Virginia women, weep,

Ho! warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep.”—

In Memory of Captain James Earwood: By Robin Reid. Clarksville, Ark. (Im.)

“In a quiet valley in Arkansas

You may find that lonely grave,”—

Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courtland Prentice (Morgan’s Cavalry): By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“O noble spirit! not in vain

Thy long three hours of direst pain!”—

In the Dark: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“He is down! He is struck in the dark

By command of his own;”—

In the Fortress by the Sea: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. (C. C.)

“Silence, Oh mocking sea

Hush thy tone, for it angers me;”—

In the Land Where We Were Dreaming: By Daniel B. Lucas, of Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.)

“Fair were our visions! Oh! they were as grand

As ever floated out of Fancy Land:”—

In the Soldiers’ Grave-Yard: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 21, 1864. (W. F.)

“Shoulder to shoulder there they rest.

In lind of battle forever drest,”—

In the Trenches: By F. B. Buzzard’s Boost, May 10, 1864. (W. F.)

“The rain is pouring with remorseless drops,

The dampened breezes sigh,”—

Invocation: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile

The brooding gloom of prison walls,”—

The Invocation: By B. W. W. (R. R.)

“God bless the land of flowers

And turn its winter hours,”—

I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted: (Companion Song to When This Cruel War Is Over). (Fag.)

“I remember the hour when sadly we parted,

The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—

The Irish Battalion: (R. R.)

“When old Virginia took the field,

And wanted men to rally on”—

The Irrepressible Conflict: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Then welcome be it, if indeed it be

The Irrepressible Conflict!”—

I Shall Not Die: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement at Fort Delaware. (W. L.)

“I felt the power of intellect,

I had the power of conscious strength;”—

Is There Nobody Hurt: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B. 47.)

“Hark! the cries of widowed mothers,

Coming from the Northern states:”—

Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations? (W. G. S. From the Charleston Courier.)

“Is there, then, no hope for the nations?

Must the record of time be the same?”—

Is This a Time to Dance? (W. G. S.)

“The breath of evening sweeps the plain

And sheds its perfume in the dell,”—

It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“It matters little whether grief or glee

Is life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—

The Jacket of Gray—To Those Who Wore It: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)

“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,

Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—

Jackson: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile. (W. G. S. from the Mobile Advertiser and Register.)

“Not midst the lightning of the storm fight

Not in the rush upon the vandal foe,”—

Jackson: Sonnet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Thank God for such a hero! Fearless hold

His diamond character beneath the sun.”—

Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D., of Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.)

“’Twas not the private insult galled him most

But public outrage of his country’s flag,”—

Jackson’s Fool-Cavalry: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the “Used-Ups,” Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.)

“Day after day our way has been

O’er many a hill and hollow”—

Jackson’s Requiem: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (Md. Hist. B.)

“That noted burglar, Ellsworth,

We all remember well,”—

Jackson’s Resignation: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (Fag. from the Southern Illustrated News, April, 1863.)

“Well, we can whip them now, I guess,

If Jackson has resigned,”—

Jeff Davis in the White House: Air, “Ye Parliaments of England:” by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders. (West. Res.)

“Ye Northern men in Washington,

Your administration, too,”—

Jefferson Davis: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“Calm martyr of a noble cause,

Upon thy form in vain,”—

Jefferson Davis: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the Houston Telegraph.)

“Mercy for a fallen chief!

The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;”—

Jefferson Davis: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, Montgomery Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“For spirit ever quick

With sword or rhetoric,”—

Jefferson Davis: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.)

“The cell is lonely and the night

Has filled it with a darker gloom;”—

John Bell of Tennessee: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B. 13.)

“There is a man of noble heart

In Tennessee does dwell,”—

John Brown’s Entrance Into Hell: C. T. A., printer. Baltimore, March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.)

“And now O! John on earth oppressed,

You are with us a welcome guest,”—

John Bull Turned Quaker: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. April, ’63.)

“I’m much surprised to hear it, John,

I am, upon my life,”—

John Merryman: Air, “Old Dan Tucker.” (R. B. B. 64.)

“John Merryman, the Marylander

Would not stoop to Lincoln’s pander,”—

John Morgan’s Credentials: (E. V. M.)

“John Morgan’s credentials—

The very essentials,”—

John Morgan’s Grave: April 6, 1865. (W. L.)

“Beneath the sward in old Virginia

Where the willow sheds its dew,”—

John Pegram: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, 1865, aged 33: by W. Gordon M’Cabe. (E. V. M.)

“What shall we say now of our gentle knight,

Or how express the measure of our woe,”—

John Pelham: By James R. Randall. Kelley’s Ford, March 17, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Just as the spring came laughing through the strife,

With all its gorgeous cheer,”—

Johnny B. Magruder: By a Texian. (Alsb.)

“Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way,

You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;”—

Johnson’s Island: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. (Sunny.)

“Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie,

So guarded today—so unheeded before,”—

Joseph Bowers: (Alsb.)

“My name it is Joe Bowers; I’ve got a brother Ike,

I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:”—

Joy, My Kentucky!: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning,

Eager thou risest at Liberty’s dawning;”—

Just Before the Battle, Mother: To “Phoby Stubbs,” A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“Just before the battle, Mother—

I was drinking mountain dew”—

Justice Is Our Panoply: By De G. (R. R.)

“We’re free from Yankee despots,

We’ve left the foul mud-sills.”—

Keep Me Awake, Mother: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: music by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight.

I’m older and sadder and wiser tonight;”—

Kentuckians, To Arms!: Louisville, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. 52.)

“Kentuckians, arise!

You have lain too long in a stupor deep;”—

Kentucky: By Estelle. (R. R.)

“Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys,

Though thick upon thy border,”—

Kentucky, April, 1861: By Aletheia. (W. L.)

“It is time for action, not ‘for memory and tears,’

Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears.”—

Kentucky, My Mother: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky, my mother,

I lay my heart on thee!”—

The Kentucky Partisan: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, March 29, 1862. S. L. M., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Hath the wily Swamp Fox

Come again to earth?”—

Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms: By —— Boone. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“Ho! will the despot trifle

In dwellings of the free”—

Kentucky, She Is Sold: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

“A tear for ‘the dark and bloody ground,’

For the land of hills and caves”—

Kentucky to the Rescue: Air, “I’ve Something Sweet to Tell You:” by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky to the rescue,

For we are needed now;”—

Kentucky Woman’s Song of the Shirt: Air, “The Dumb Wife:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“We work for brave and true

’Tis but little we can do,”—

Kentucky’s Motto: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall’

Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call”—

Killed—Wounded—Missing: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“’Tis midnight on the battle field

The dark field of the dead,”—

King Cotton: (S. L. M. Editor’s Table. April ’63.)

“Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes fear

The King he resembles is possibly—Lear”—

King Cotton: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! ha!

With his locks so massive and white;”—

King Scare: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.)

“The monarch that reigns in the warlike North

Ain’t Lincoln at all, I ween,”—

Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother: (J. M. S.)

“Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh press thy lips to mine,

And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—

The Knell Shall Sound Once More: (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)

“I know that the knell shall sound once more,

And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—

Knitting For the Soldiers: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va., Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.)

“Knitting for the soldiers,

How the needles fly!”—

Lady Caroline’s Tea Party: By Hermine. (Bohemian from New Orleans Catholic Standard.)

“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won—

Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—

The Lament: By a Missourian. (W. L.)

“Where is the flag that once floated so proudly?

Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?”—

Land of King Cotton: Air, “Red, White and Blue:” by J. Augustine Signaigo. This was the favorite song of the Tennessee troops, but especially of the 13th and 154th Regiments. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 18, 1861.)

“Oh! Dixie the land of King Cotton,

The home of the brave and the free,”—

The Land of Texas: Air, “Dixie:” by M. B. Smith, Company C., 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Texas is the land for me;

On a winter morning the wind blows free;”—

Land of the South! Air, “Happy Land.” (R. B. B. 53.)

“Land of the South!

Whate’er my fate in life may be,”—

Land of the South: Air, “Friend of My Soul:” by R. F. Leonard. (R. R. from the Mobile Evening News.)

“Land of the South! the fairest land

Beneath Columbia’s sky!”—

Land of Washington: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)

“Virginia’s sons are valiant,

Our courage none deny,”—

The Last Martial Button: By a Marylander, a staff officer of Stonewall Jackson’s Command. (C. C.)

“’Tis the last martial button left drooping alone,

All its honored companions are cut off and gone”—

Last Night at Fort Donelson: Inscribed to Colonel Charles Johnson, of General Buckner’s Staff: by Kentucky. March 8, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted men

Who’ve won three battles in four days:”—

The Last of Earth: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (S. S.)

“Last night a comrade sent in haste

For me to soothe his fearful pain,”—

Last Race of the Rail-Splitter: (R. B. B. 54.)

“When Xerxes and when Cyrus led,

When Bonaparte and Washington,”—

The Last Request: Lines found on the body of a S. C. Volunteer, killed at the Battle of Drainsville, 20 Dec., ’61, and sold by the Federal soldier who rifled the dead body to a Southern sympathiser. (S. B. P.)

“Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore;

If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more.”—

Last Request of Henry C. Magruder: Louisville, Oct. 20, 1865. (E. V. M.)

“O! wrap me not, when I am dead,

In the ghastly winding sheet,”—

Lays of the Corn Exchange: Number 1. (West. Res.)

“Secession triumphant! then each Rebel Imp

Shall rue it, or I’m not a government pimp.”—

The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee: On Hearing the News from Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined,

It’s becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,”—

Leave It. Ah, No! The Land Is Ours: By Mrs. Mary J. Young. (Alsb.)

“Leave it, ah no! the land is our own,

Though the flag that we loved is now furled!”—

Lee: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63. Editor’s Table, from the Magnolia Weekly.)

“First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates—

Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,”—

Lee at the Wilderness: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

“’Twas a terrible moment!

The blood and the rout!”—

Lee to the Rear: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M. from the Crescent Monthly.)

“Dawn of a pleasant morning in May

Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray,”—

The Legion of Honor: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.)

“Why are we forever speaking,

Of the warriors of old,”—

Leonidas Polk, Priest and Warrior: By E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

“We hear a solemn saddening sound—

A mournful knell,”—

Let Him Be Free: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

“Let him be free—his prison bars

Are shadows on our fame”—

Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & L.)

“Let me kiss him for his mother,

Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,”—

Let the Bugle Blow! By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

“Let the bugle blow along the mountains!

Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!”—

Let the Drum’s Deep Tones: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. (W. L.)

“Let the drum’s deep tones be muffled

Put the bugle far away,”—

Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the Trees: By James. (E. V. M.)

“‘Over the river,’ a voice meekly said,

Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed,”—

Letter: (Amaranth from the Maryland Mail Bag, 1863.)

“What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust

Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?”—

Liberty or Death: Same as Southern Song of Liberty. (R. B. B., 54):

“On! on! to the just and glorious strife

With your swords your freedom shielding;”—

Liberty or Death: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, ’62.)

“Fair Liberty, the peerless high-born maid

Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade,”—

The Liberty Tree: (West. Res.)

“In the clearest of light from the regions of day,

The Goddess of Liberty came,”—

Life in Prison: Air, “Louisiana Lowlands:” by Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)

“Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute,

And if I didn’t think so I never would begin it,”—

A Life on the Vicksburg Hills: Air, “A Life on the Ocean Wave.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)

“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.”—

Lilies of the Valley: Inscribed to the friends who sent them: by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.)

“Lady,—the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today,

Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May,”—

Lincoln Going to Canaan: (Hopkins.)

“At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing,

To resist an invasion they’re preparing,”—

Lincoln On a Raid: Air, “Sitting on a Rail.” (R. R. B., 60.)

“Come all you fellows that love a joke,

And fun at each other love to poke,”—

Lincoln’s Inaugural Address: By A Southern Rights Man. (R. R. from the Baltimore Republican, Baltimore, April 23, 1861.)

“I come at the people’s mad-jority call,

To open the North’s quaternary ball,”—

Lincoln’s Royal Reception: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one

Who reigns in Washington:”—

Lines: (E. V. M.)

“He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by,

Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—

Lines: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.)

“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright,

Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—

Lines: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“‘I am the resurrection,’

Read the priest in solemn tone,”—

Lines After Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer;

Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—

The Lines Around Petersburg: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. (W. G. S.)

“Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near,

And I am left alone,”—

Lines by a Volunteer: (Im.)

“Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines

At the hardships that fall to his share;”—

Lines, General Otho F. Strahl: By F. (Amaranth.)

“Amid a scene of carnage,

Where the dead and wounded lay,”—

Lines on Captain Beall: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E. V. M.)

“Make not my grave in the valley yet,

’Neath the sod of an alien let it be,”—

Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee, daughter of General Robert E. Lee, C. S. A.: died at Jones’ Springs, Warren County, N. C., October 20, 1862: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke, of N. C.] (S. L. M., Editor’s Table, November and December, 1862.) (E. V. M.)

Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“There is a wail

As if the voice of sadness long and deep,”—

Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. S. A.: (R. B. B. 51.)

“Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening

Hangs damp o’er that form so noble and brave”—

Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles: By Florence Anderson. (W. L.)

“Never again! ah, never again

Shall he march proudly o’er the plain,”—

Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. A.: (R. B. B. 113.)

“The bold and noble Earle van Dorn

The good old Southern brave,”—

Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell: (Im.)

“In thy young manhood thou art slain,

Shot! dead! it must be so;”—

Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell: By Mattie Lewis. (Im.)

“He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son,

The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on,”—

Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson: Philadelphia, May, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“The city stirs this morn;

From careless or from eager lips there flits,”—

Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney Johnston, of Kentucky, who fell at the battle of Shiloh, Miss., Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.)

“Thou art gone to thy rest

Thou brave fearless soldier,”—

Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry, who died at Gloucester Point, Sept. 19, 1861: by Mary. (S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Dec., ’61.)

“The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound,

For he ‘sleeps his last sleep’ in the cold damp ground:”—

Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag: (W. L.)

“Our banner hidden from the light of day,

Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway,”—

Lines On the Proclamation—Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln, April First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.)

“We have read the tyrant’s order,

And the signet to the rule,”—

Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. Gorrell, of Greensborough, N. C., of the 2nd N. C. Regiment, who fell in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries in the battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862. May He Rest in Peace: by a Friend of the Cause. (R. B. B. 34.)

“They laid him away in the cold damp ground

On the banks of a Southern stream.”—

Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane: For the Baltimore American. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“Forever gone, thou glorious chief,

Not of embattled hosts the head,”—

Lines To A Confederate Flag: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, Nov. 21, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Dear Flag of my country! all hail to thy bars!

All hail to thine azure field, circled with stars!”—

Lines To General N. B. Forrest: By Rosalie Miller, Montgomery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.)

“Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps

O’er the vile invaders’ path;”—

Lines To Lee: Written at the time of Hooker’s invasion: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“They are pouring down upon you,

Gallant Lee,”—

Lines To the Southern Banner: (R. R.)

“Dear flag! that wooes the morning air

That floats upon the midnight breeze,”—

Lines To the Tyrant: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., Dec., 1861: (Bohemian.)

“The legion is armed for the battle,

The charger is hot for the fray,”—

Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who Despairs: By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Richmond “Varieties”: by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 7, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood,

Though their flag’s on the hill, on the plain, on the flood,”—

Lines Written in Fort Warren: By a Captive. S. L. M. Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.)

“See ye not that the day is breaking,

Freemen from their slumbers waking,”—

Lines Written in Fort Warren: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, Sept. 3, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Wild flowers gathered from the hills

Sunlit clouds on evening sky”—

Lines Written July 15, 1865, the day the Confederate soldiers in N. C. were ordered to take off their uniforms: by A. L. D. Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“Let others sing of conquerors great,

Far famed in minstrel story,”—

Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers From Home: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, Oct., ’64. (W. L.)

“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers,

Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—

Listening: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.)

“Under the evening shadows,

Ere the long day was done,”—

A Litany for 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O God, our God, in this our hour of dark

And bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—

Little Footsteps: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.)

“I sit in the summer moonlight,

And watched the flecked floor,”—

Little Giffen: By Francis O. Ticknor. (C. S. B.)

“Out of the focal and foremost fire,

Out of the hospital walls as dire,”—

Little Sogers: (R. B. B. 56.)

“What’s the matter, little sogers,

Why run up and down the land,”—

The Little White Glove: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. (Amaranth from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth,

And in the woods, and by their favorite stream,”—

Living and Dying: By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)

“I would not die on the battle field,

Where the missiles are flying wild;”—

The London Times Courier: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by P. H. D. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Picayune.)

“A horseman from Manassas bound

Cries, ‘Soldier, noble soldier’”—

The Lonely Grave: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June 7. (E. V. M.)

“In a sheltered nook on Potomac’s shore,

Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,”—

The Lone Sentry: By James R. Randall. (S. S.)

“’Twas as the dying of the day,

The darkness grew so still;”—

Lone Star Banner of the Free: Air, “Rule Britannia:” by Major E. W. Cave. (Alsb.)

“When first from out a sky of gloom

The Lone Star lit a nation’s way,”—

The Lone Star Camp Song: As sung by Joe Cook, the American Comedian. Published in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“Our rifles are ready, and ready are we,

Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company,”—

The Lone Star Flag: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L. Flash. (Bohemian.)

“Up with the Lone Star banner!

Its hues are still as bright,”—

Lone Texas Star: Air, “American Star:” by M. B. Smith. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians! your country is calling,

Come, take up your arms, and let’s hasten away!”—

Louisiana: (E. V. M.)

“Ho! Louisiana

There is no clime like thine,”—

Louisiana: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.)

“Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, arise

Seize the lightnings that ’lumine the vault of the skies,”—

Loved and Lost: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“I have a rose—a faded rose,

Sweeter than many a fairer flower;”—

Love Letter: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.)

“I promised once to write thee, and I write:

What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?”—

Major General S. B. Buckner’s Chivalry: An Imagination: Air, “Allen Percy.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood,

Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude,”—

Manassas: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. (R. R.)

“Upon our country’s border lay

Holding the ruthless foe at bay,”—

Manassas: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.)

“They have met at last, as storm clouds

Meet in heaven,”—

Manassas Races: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.)

“The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains

Are scattered in confusion o’er Virginia’s sandy plains,”—

Manassas, 21 July, 1861: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. L. M. August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, 1861.)

“Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky,

Wide waved the forests vast and green,”—

Mansfield Run: (Alsb.)

“Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty

Of the year sixty-four:”—

The March: By John W. Overall. (R. R.)

“Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!

Go the Southern braves to battle,”—

The March of the Maryland Men: (R. B. B.)

“There’s many a son of old Maryland’s soil

In the South who have rushed to the field:”—

March of the Southern Men: Air, To an old Scotch Air: printed by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.)

“There are many brave men in this Southern land

Who have hurried away to the field,”—

The March of the Spoiler: (Amaranth.)

“One by one the leaves are shaken

From the tree”—

March on! Carolinians, March on! By Mrs. Farley, Louisville, Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high

When the young and devoted so martyr-like die;”—

Marching to Death: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, 1862. (W. G. S.)

“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips,

The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—

The Marseilles Hymn—Translated and Adapted as an Ode: By E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville Gazette.)

“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free!

Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—

The Martyr of Alexandria: By James W. Simms, Indianola, Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Crescent.)

“Revealed as in a lightning flash,

A hero stood!”—

Martyrs of Texas: Air, “He’s Gone from the Mountain.” By Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)

“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers,

They’ve gone from the forest—its wild tangled bowers;”—

The Martyrs of the South: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. (Sunny.)

“Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts

Who fell in battle’s day;”—

Maryland! (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Maryland, Maryland!

Stainless in story”—

Maryland: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., Chaplain C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.)

“Up, men of Maryland nor sleep,

While foemen bind your limbs in chains,”—

Maryland: A Fragment: (R. B. B. 73.)

“Refreshed in wonted might

By the passing hours of night,”—

Maryland In Chains: By Mrs. O. K. Whitaker, South Carolina. (R. B. B. 73 from the Richmond Examiner, May 14, 1861.)

“Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies,

The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:”—

Maryland in Fetters! (R. B. B. 82.)

“How beautiful in tears!

Dear noble state:”—

The Maryland Line: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.)

“By old Potomac’s rushing tide,

Our bayonets are gleaming,”—

Maryland, Lost Maryland: (S. L. M., January, ’63, Ed.’s Table from the Raleigh Standard.)

“The despot’s heel thou dost adore,

Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—

The Maryland Martyrs: (R. B. B. 79.)

“They bore them to a gloomy cell,

And barred them from the light,”—

Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled Marylanders: By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, Va., November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.)

“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee!

We often, weeping, ask and say ‘when, when wilt thou be free?’”—

Maryland, My Home: By Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B.)

“Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green,

And sparkling as thy rills,”—

Maryland, My Home: (R. B. B.)

“Come listen while I sing to you,

Of Maryland, my Maryland,”—

Maryland: Zouaves’ Own: Respectfully dedicated to the 1st regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alexander, Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.)

“We are bound all hands for the land of cotton,

Old seventy-six is not forgotten,”—

The Marylander at Manassas: A Fact: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. G. Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.)

“Dusty and weary I laid me down

To take my rest on the blood-wet ground”—

The Marylander’s Good-Bye: Air, “The White Rose:” by B. (R. B. B.)

“Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland,

I arm at freedom’s call”—

Maryland’s Appeal: Air, “The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls.” (R. B. B. 84.)

“Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest,

Insulted in thy woes,”—

Maryland’s Lament for Jackson: By Baltimore, June, 1863. (R. B. B.)

“Gone from us—gone from us,

Hero and friend;”—

The Massachusetts Regiments: A Prose, not a prize poem, dedicated (without permission) to the “Mutual Admiration Society” of the Modern Athens, of which the Atlantic Monthly is at once the trumpet and organ. By Oats, of Virginia. (S. L. M., June 1861.)

“Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum,

Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array,”—

Maxcy Gregg: By C. G. P. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Long have I lingered by the lovely mount,

Where our great hero lies,”—

Major Brown: Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B. 68.)

“Gather round all friends and neighbors,

Citizens of this good town,”—

McClellan’s Soliloquy: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & P. B. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Advance or not advance, that is the question

Whether ’tis better in the mind to suffer,”—

Melt the Bells: By F. V. Rocket, in the Memphis Appeal. (W. G. S.)

“Melt the bells, melt the bells,

Still the tinkling on the plains,”—

The Men: By Maurice Bell. (W. G. S.)

“In the dusk of the forest shade,

A sallow and dusty group reclined,”—

Men in Lace and Braid: By An Old Maid. (C. C.)

“Standing on the corner

Decked in braid and lace,”—

Men of the South! By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.)

“Awake ye, awake, Freedom’s band!

See ye not the flaming brand,”—

The Merrimac: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)

“We listened to the thunder

Of her mighty guns for hours,”—

The Merry Little Soldier: John Hopkins, Printer. New Levee St., 4th D. (Wash’n. 123.)

“I’m a merry little soldier,

Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—

The Midnight Ride: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)

“I ride the cold and dark night through

No moon or stars to point the way,”—

Minding the Gap: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the Houston Telegraph.)

“There is a radiant beauty on the hills,

The year before us walks with added bloom,”—

The Minstrel and the Queen: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“I think of the pleasures that once were mine,

In the beautiful days that shall be no more,”—

Missing: (W. G. S.)

“In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook,

Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,”—

Missing: By Mrs. F. A. Moore. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Not among the suffering wounded;

Not among the peaceful dead;”—

Missouri Massacre: (S. L. M., Jan. ’63.)

“He heard the children’s plaintive wrath,

He heard the wife, with frantic cry,”—

Missouri, Or A Voice from the South: By Harry Macarthy. (Alsb.)

“Missouri, Missouri! bright land of the West,

Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;”—

A Modern Knight-Errant: By Kentucky, September, 1861. (S. O. S.)

“This morn a little blackamoor

Brought me a funny thing, she said;”—

Monody on Jackson: By The Exile. (S. S.)

“Ay, toll! toll! toll!

Toll the funeral bell!”—

Monody on Major W. L. Thornton: By Col. C. G. Forsbey. (Alsb.)

“Toll, toll, for the gallant Thornton! give sighs for the noble dead!

Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed,”—

Moral of Party: Sonnet: By W. G. Simms. S. L. M., February and March, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“The moral of a party, if it be

That healthy States need parties, lies in this,”—

Morgan’s Cavalry and The Girls: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“If brave Southron meet our Morgan

Coming through Kentuck,”—

Morgan’s War Song: (Alsb.)

“Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle,

Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives,”—

Morgans War Song: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. Knoxville, Tenn., July 4, 1862. (W. L.)

“Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand,

For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!”—

Morris Island: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed

In a good cause springs up to crown the land,”—

Mosby and His Men: By Phoenix. Selma, Alabama. October 31, 1866. (C. C.)

“When the historic muse shall seek

The themes of future song,”—

Mother Is the Battle Over: Ballad: Arranged by Jos. Hart Denck. (R. B. M.)

“Mother is the battle over?

Thousands have been slain, they say,”—

Mother Lincoln’s Melodies: S. L. M., Ed. Table, July and August, 1862. (S. S. B.)

“Little Be-Pope

He lost his hope,”—

The Mother of the Soldier Boy: (Lee.)

“Why daily goes yon matron forth,

As ’twere to trace the dead?”—

A Mother to Her Son in Prison: Written in the rail car to beguile the time on her way to visit him. By H. W. B., January, 1865. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Shine, silver moon, o’er land and water,

Shine o’er valley, plain and hill;”—

The Mother to her Son in the Trenches at Petersburg: By W. D. Porter. (E. V. M.)

“The winter night is dark and still

The winter rains the trenches fill,”—

Mother Would Comfort Me: (C. C.)

“Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home,

Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,”—

The Mother’s Farewell: Air, “Jeannette and Jeanot.” (J. M. S.)

“You are going to leave me, darling,

Your country’s foes to fight;”—

A Mother’s Prayer: (E. V. M.)

“Father, in the battle fray

Shelter his dear head, I pray!”—

A Mother’s Prayer: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore, Friday Night, April 19th, 1861. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“God of Nations, God of Might,

In the stillness of the night,”—

The Mother’s Trust: By Mrs. G. A. H. McLeod. (S. S.)

“Far away are our beloved,

Where resounds the battle cry;”—

Mumford, the Martyr of New Orleans: By Ina M. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Where murdered Mumford lies

Bewailed in bitter sighs,”—

Munson’s Hill: Air, “Call me Pet Names.” (R. B. B., 88.)

“Oh call us hard names, call us mere tools

In the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—

Music in Camp: By John R. Thompson. (C. S. B., from the Louisville Journal.)

“Two armies covered hill and plain,

Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—

My Dream: By L. F. East Baton Rouge, November 7, 1861. (R. R.)

“Lo! in my dream I saw the dove

Just hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—

My Father: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.)

“As die the embers on the hearth

And o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—

My Friend: To Infedelia: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A. prisoner of war at Camp Chase, December 1861. (C. C.)

“Your letter came, but came too late,

For Heaven had claimed its own,”—

My God, What is All This For? Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B.)

“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,

Brother against brother rise:”—

My Little Volunteer: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.)

“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?

As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—

My Love: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.)

“My love is the fairest,

The sweetest, the dearest,”—

My Maryland: By James R. Randall. Written at Point Coupee, La. April 26, 1861. First published in the New Orleans Delta. (W. G. S.)

“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!

His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—

My Mother Church: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“My Mother Church, on thee I call!

Although my home in ruins fall,”—

My Mother-Land: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to fling

Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—

My Native Land: December, 1864. (W. L.)

“Where is my Native Land?

Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—

My Native Land: (Randolph.)

“Land of the South! imperial land!

How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—

My Noble Warrior, Come! Air, “The Rock Beside the Sea.” By Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.)

“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,

While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—

My Only Boy: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.)

“O, let me weep! who would not weep?

He was my only boy;”—

My Order: By W. Gordon McCabe: Richmond, Va. First published in S. L. M., May, 1863, “Chats Over My Pipe.” (E. V. M.)

“This flower has set me adreaming,

Of the future for you and for me,”—

My Prison Drear: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi. (Sunny.)

“Alas, how slow the moments go,

As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—

My Soldier: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’62)

“Is my darling sadly dreaming,

On his lonely watch tonight,”—

My Soldier Boy: By T. E. Grayson, near Benton, Mississippi, October 1861. (Im.)

“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,

Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—

My Soldier Boy: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina. (Amaranth.)

“The winter night is dark and chill,

The winter rains the trenches fill;”—

My Southern Home (Psalm CXXVII): By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.)

“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,

As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—

My Southern Land: Dedicated to the Widow of Stonewall Jackson. Air, “My Maryland.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“On the crimson battle field,

Southern land, my Southern land,”—

My Texas Land: Air, “My Maryland.” By D. W. M. (Alsb.)

“The Yankees are upon thy coast,

Texas land, my Texas land!”—

My Warrior Boy: (Im.)

“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,

To battle with the brave,”—

National Hymn: By Capt. E. Griswold. (Fag.)

“Now let the thrilling anthem rise

O’er all the glorious land,”—

National Song—The Magnolia: By Albert Pike. (Im.)

“What, what is the true Southern symbol

The symbol of Honor and Right;”—

Navasota Volunteers: Air, “Susannah, don’t you cry.” By William Neely, of Durant’s Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,

O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—

Nay, Keep the Sword: By Carrie Clifford. (W. G. S.)

“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,

A token of our trust in thee;”—

The New Ballad of Lord Lovell: (R. N. S., from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,

In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—

A New Excelsior: By Mary I. Upshur. (S. L. M., November, 1861.)

“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sun

And greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—

The New Fashion: Air, “Rory O’Moore.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,

Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—

A New Red, White and Blue: Written for a Lady: by Jeff. Thompson. (A. R.)

“Missouri is the pride of the nation,

The hope of the brave and the free”—

The New Star: (Same as Hail to the South): By B. M. Anderson. S. L. M., April, 1861. (W. G. S.)

“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;

Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—

The Next Time That Bragg Comes This Way: By Kentucky, November 27, 1864. (S. O. S.)

“The next time that Bragg comes this way

I hope that he will come to stay,”—

Niggers in Convention: Sumner’s Speech: (R. B. B. 88.)

“Welcome my bredren here you is

I greets you wid delight”—

Nil Desperandum—To the Southern Soldier: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, January 18th, 1864. (E. V. M.)

“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;

Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—

Nil Desperandum: Inscribed to our Soldier Boys: by Ada Rose. Pine Bluff, Arkansas. March 10th, 1862. (R. N. S. from the Memphis Avalanche.)

“The Yankee hosts are coming,

With their glittering rows of steel,”—

Nil Desperandum: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Yield! never! while a foothold

Is left on Southern soil”—

The 9th of April, 1865: From the London Spectator. (C. S. B.)

“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,

The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—

No Land Like Ours: By J. R. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

“Though other lands may boast of skies

Far deeper in their blue,”—

No Surrender: Published by Geo. Dunn and Co., Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“Ever constant, ever true,

Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—

No Union Men: By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,

As well might ye hope to bind”—

North Carolina Call to Arms: Air, “The Old North State:” by Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. (R. R.)

“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,

The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—

North Carolina’s War Song: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (R. R.)

“We leave our pleasant homesteads,

We leave our smiling farms,”—

A Northern Mother After a Battle: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!

There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—

Not Doubtful of Your Fatherland! (W. S. G. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Not doubtful of your fatherland

Or of the God who gave it”—

Notice to the North! (R. N. S., from Charivari. December 7, 1861.)

“Yankees beware! we are averse,

But not afraid to fight,”—

Now’s the Day, and Now’s the Hour! Inscribed to Lt. Col. J. W. Bowles, 2nd Reg. Kentucky Cavalry by request of a friend of his boyhood. Air, “Bruce’s Address,” some lines of it retained by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,

Where the bravest men have led”—

Nuts to Crack for Uncle Sam: By Janet Hamilton. Langloan. (W. L.)

“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,

For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—

The Oath for Liberty: By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)

“Only one oath may the freeman take,

To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—

The Obsequies of Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (S. S.)

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,

Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

Ode to a Body Louse: By F. B. In the field near Marietta, Georgia, June 15, 1864. (W. F.)

“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarms

And waste their breath;”—

The Officer’s Funeral: (J. M. S.)

“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,

It pierceth the soft summer air!”—

Officers of Dixie: By a Growler: (Alsb.)

“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,

Something that the South should hear, sir,”—

Oh! Abraham, Resign! By a New Contributor. (R. B. B. 57.)

“The days are growing shorter,

The sun has crossed the line,”—

Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy! By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia. (Cav.)

“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, gone

To battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—

Oh, He’s Nothing But a Soldier: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By A. Young Rebelle, Esq. (Im.)

“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,

But he’s coming here tonight”—

Oh, Jeff, Why Don’t You Come? Air, “Willie We Have Missed You.” (R. B. B. 80).

“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!

We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—

Oh! No, he’ll Not Need Them Again: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, of Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.)

“Oh! no, he’ll not need them again

No more will he wake to behold”—

Old Abe Lincoln: (R. B. B. 58.)

“My name it is Abe Lincoln

I lead a wretched life”—

Old Abe’s Lament: Air, “The Campbells are Coming.” (R. B. B. 57.)

“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!

Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—

Old Betsy: By John Killum. (W. G. S.)

“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,

Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—

The Old Brigade—Virginia’s 1st-7th-11th and 17th: by Maurice D’Bell. (E. V. M.)

“Behold yon throng of heroes!

Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—

Old Dixie’s Soldiers: By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia. (Cav.)

“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,

Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—

Old Jim Ford: Air, “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (Alsb.)

“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,

I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—

Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man: (Wash’n, unclassified Mss.)

“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,

It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—

The Old Mammy’s Lament for Her Young Master: By Hermine. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)

“My dear young massa’s gone to war,

Gone from missus, home, and me”—

Old Moultrie: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“The splendor falls on bannered walls,

Old Moultrie, great in story”—

The Old Negro at Calhoun’s Grave: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Who comes with tottering step and slow,

Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—

The Old Rifleman: By Frank O. Ticknor, M. D., of Georgia. (R. R.)

“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!

My pouch and powder, too!”—

The Old Sergeant: (B. E., First appeared as the Carrier’s New Year Address of the Louisville Courier-Journal, 1863.)

“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—

“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—

Old Stonewall: By C. D. Dasher. (Fag.)

“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,

Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—

An Old Texian’s Appeal: By Reuben E. Brown. (Alsb.)

“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—

Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—

On! Advance! By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

“Esperance!

On! advance!

Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—

On a Raid: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!

For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—

On Ash Wednesday, 1862: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;

A little while, my soul, be done”—

On Guard: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. by Wallace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“At dead of night when on my beat,

And naught but darkness meets my view,”—

On Reading a Proclamation for Public Prayer: Sonnet: by South Carolinian: (W. G. S.)

“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,

These advertised humilities, decreed”—

On! Southron, On! By W. B. L. (R. R.)

“On! Southron, on!

Your flag’s unfurled”—

On the Death of Brig.-General Charles H. Winder, of Maryland: Killed by a cannon shot in battle of Slaughter’s Mountain, Virginia, June 9, 1862. By J. R. Trimble, Major General C. S. A., Johnston’s Island. September, 1864. (W. L.)

“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,

We pause to count the cost;”—

On the Death of General Stonewall Jackson: By Lillian Rosell Messenger, Tuscumbia, Alabama. May 13th, 1863. (Im.)

“The leaf has perished in the green;

And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—

On the Death of Lieut.-General Jackson: A Dirge: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,

In the zenith of thy fame”—

On the Flank: By R. B. Witter, Jr. (S. L. M., May ’63.)

“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,

Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—

On the Heights of Mission Ridge: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)

“When the foes, in conflict heated,

Battled over road and bridge,”—

On to Glory: (J. M. S.)

“Sons of freedom, on to glory,

Go where brave men do or die:”—

On to Richmond: After Southey’s March to Moscow: by John R. Thompson of Virginia. (E. V. M. from the Richmond Whig.)

“Major General Scott

An order had got

To push on the column to Richmond,”—

On to the Battle: By Miss Marie E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,

Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—

One Cause of the War: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The man who trusts not God betrays himself

Weak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—

Only a Common Soldier: Confederate States Almanac, 1862, (N. Y. P. L.)

“He was only a common soldier,

But a monarch proud and grand”—

Only a Soldier: By Major Lamar Fontaine. (Fag.)

“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,

With a heavy heart I turned away,”—

Only a Soldier’s Grave: By S. A. Jones. Aberdeen, Mississippi. (W. G. S.)

“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,

For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—

Only One Fell: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,

‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—

Only One Killed: By Julia L. Keyes, Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Only one killed in company B

’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—

O Here’s to the Soldier So Gay: By Captain M. G. Davidson, of Gen. M. L. Smith’s Signal Corps. (Alsb.)

“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,

With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—

O! I’m a Good Old Rebel: Respectfully dedicated to Thad. Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry Allen, Washington Artillery, New Orleans, La. (C. C.)

“O! I’m a good old Rebel

Now that’s just what I am”—

O Johnny Bull, My Jo John: Air, “John Anderson, my Jo.” (R. R.)

“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,

By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—

O Lovely Dixie’s Land: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. (R. B. B. 90.)

“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,

Where fruits and flowers grow;”—

O, Sweet South: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January, 1861.) (R. R.)

“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!

Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—

O, Tempora! O, Mores! By John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury, 1864.)

“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongue

To one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—

The Ordered Away: Dedicated to the Oglethorpe and Walker Light Infantry, Atlanta, Ga. By Mrs. J. J. Jacobus. April 2, 1861. (R. R.)

“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,

The people all march in a mass,”—

Our Braves in Virginia: Air, “Dixie Land.” (R. R.)

“We have ridden from the brave Southwest

On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

Our Boys Are Gone: Air, “The Minstrel Boy:” by Col. Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)

“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,

In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—

Our Cause: (C. C.)

“Oh, story long and sad to tell,

Of how we fought and how we fell,”—

Our Cherished Dead: (E. V. M.)

“What tho’ no stately column,

Their cherished names may raise:”—

Our Chief: By the author of “Southrons” [Mrs. C. A. Warfield.] Beechmore, January 10, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“No! not forgotten, though the halls

Of state no more behold him,”—

Our Christmas Hymn: By John Dickson Bruns, M. D., Charleston, South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’

The burden of the Advent song,”—

Our City by the Sea: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.):

“Our city by the sea

As the rebel city known”—

Our Confederate Dead: What the heart of a young girl said to the dead soldier: by a Lady of Augusta, Georgia. (W. G. S.)

“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe

For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—

Our “Cottage By the Sea:” Lines written in Fort Lafayette by a Prisoner. (E. V. M.)

“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,

And ’tis not so, you see,”—

Our Country’s Call: By H. Walter. (Randolph.)

“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,

Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—

Our Dead: By Col. A. M. Hobby. Galveston News, Texas. Jan., 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Vile, brutal man! and darest thou

In God’s anointed place to preach”—

Our Departed Comrades: By J. Marion Shirer, a Soldier in the Field. (W. G. S.)

“I am sitting alone by a fire

That glimmers on Sugar Loaf’s height,”—

Our Dixie: By a Lady of Augusta, Georgia, 1865. (Im.)

“I heard long since a simple strain,

It brought no thrill of joy or pain,”—

Our Failure: By the Author of “Southrons,” [Mrs. C. A. Warfield]. Beechmore, Kentucky, June 1, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Yes, we have failed! That iron word

Drove never home its bolt of fate,”—

Our Fallen Brave: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. January 22, 1862. (Corinth.)

“They fell! in Freedom’s cause they fell,

The noble patriot band,”—

Our Faith in ’61: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)

“Not yet one hundred years have flown

Since on this very spot,”—

Our Flag: By Mr. K. of Hampshire Co., Virginia. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Our battle-flag! behold it wave,

In the young morning’s roseate light,”—

Our Glorious Flag: Air, “Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)

“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:”—

Our Hope: Third Edition: by Le Diable Baiteux. (R. B. B. 91.)

“God save our Southern land,

God be our trust,”—

Our Killed in Battle: Sonnet: New Orleans, 1861. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“As swift, glad brooks run towards the mighty sea,

And in its heart are lost forevermore,”—

Our Left: By Francis O. Ticknor, M. D., Georgia. (B. E.)

“From dark to dawn they stood

That long midsummer day”—

Our Marshal Kane: Air, “Roseas’ Dream.” (R. B. B., 51)

“Come and listen to my story

From all lies I will refrain,”—

Our Martyrs: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“I am sitting lone and weary,

On the hearth of my darkened room,”—

Our Mothers Did So Before Us: Air, “My Mother Did So Before Me:” by Augusta Foster. Foster’s Settlement, Alabama, January 22, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Jan. ’62.)

“We are a band of brothers bold,

Now fighting for our nation,”—

Our Nameless Heroes: Inscribed to the author of the “Haversack.” (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Our nameless heroes—glorious band—

That for our dear, dear Southern land,”—

Our Noble Dead: By John E. Hatcher of Alabama. (C. C.)

“We will not wander to the gloomy years,

Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed”—

Our President: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., ’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“A people spring to being, in whose bounds,

Lie mightiest elements of glory,”—

Our Rights: Song. (West. Res.)

“The stars and stripes, Oh lovely cloth,

To hide the tricks of crafty knaves,”—

Our Southern Dead: By A. Baltimore, October 6, 1862. (R. B. B., p. 91.)

“Mourn for our glorious dead,

Gallant men and leaders brave,”—

Our Southern Land: By Patria Dolorosa. (C. C.)

“The mountains lift aloft their hoary peaks,

The rivers to the ocean proudly run,”—

Our Starry Cross: (Cav.)

“Our starry Cross was first unfurled,

On Manassas’ bloody plain,”—

Our Stonewall’s Grave: By Esperanza. July 4, 1863. (C. C.)

“Stranger, pause at this mound of clay,

See it is fresh, and was made today;”—

Over the (Mississippi) River: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“Over the River there are fierce stern meetings,

No kindly clasp of hand, no welcome call;”—

Over the River: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the Nashville Christian Advocate, 1861.)

“We hail your ‘stripes’ and lessened ‘stars’

As one may hail a neighbor,”—

Over the River: By J. Daffore. (E. V. M.)

“Over the river—over the river—

There where the soft lying shadows invite,”—

Over the River: By E. De Mondion. (Amaranth.)

“The camp was hushed, the midnight passed,

But the warriors their vigil kept,”—

Over the River: (The Mississippi): By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)

“Over the river,

Our country is massing her band”—

The Paean of the Coffinless Dead: Douglas, Arkansas, March 6, 1864. (C. C.)

“The paean I sing of the coffinless dead—

The heroes who wore the gray”—

Pardon and Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Pardon and peace! what music in those words,

Meet for the angel’s song!”—

Patience, Patience, O My Spirit! By Kentucky. Oct. 20, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Patience, patience, O my spirit!

Only patience doth inherit”—

Patriotic Song: Air, “Gathering of the Clans:” by Dr. John W. Paine, of Lexington, Virginia, June 30, 1862. (Fag. from the Richmond Despatch.)

“Rise, rise, mountain and valley men,

Bald sire and beardless son, each come in order,”—

Patriotism: (R. R.)

“The holy fire that nerved the Greek,

To make his stand at Marathon,”—

Patriotism, or Love? (S. O. S.)

“Like a child tossed on the waves in scorn,

Without a compass, I float on.”—

A Patriot’s Death the Sign of a Brighter Morrow: Air, “Tom Moore:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“In blood the sun is setting,

That this morn arose in clouds;”—

Peace: By L. Burroughs of Savannah, Georgia, April, 1865. (E. V. M.)

“They are ringing Peace on my weary ear,

No Peace to this heavy heart,”—

The Pelican Flag: (Bohemian from the New Orleans Sunday Delta.)

“Fling to the Southern wind

The banner with its type of motherhood;”—

Pensacola: By M. Louise Rogers. (Im.)

“O night wind! gently, softly blow

Over the loved ones lying so low,”—

Pensacola: To My Son: By M. S., New Orleans, Louisiana. (R. R.)

“Beautiful the land may be

Its groves of palm, its laurel trees,”—

The People in Grey: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, May 12, 1865. (Sunny.)

“A noble people were the People in Grey,

However derided or slandered;”—

Picayune Butter: Air, “All on hobbies.” (West. Res.)

“Old Fuss and Feathers, as we knew before,

Sent away from down East to sack Baltimore.”—

A Picture: (E. V. M. from the Savannah Morning News.)

“We were sitting round the table

Just a night or two ago”—

A Pledge to Lee: Written for a Kentucky Company: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“We pledge thee, Lee!

In water or wine,”—

Poem on the Death of Jackson: (Killed by a New York Zouave in Alexandria, Virginia. May 24, 1861.) (E. V. M.)

“Not where the battle red,

Covers with fame the dead,”—

A Poem Which Needs No Dedication: By James Barron Hope. (R. R.)

“What! you hold yourselves as freemen?

Tyrants love just such as ye!”—

Polk: By H. L. Flash. (E. V. M.)

“A flash from the edge of a hostile trench,

A puff of smoke, a roar”—

The Poor Soldier: A popular camp song of the sixty-second Alabama Regiment (The Boy Regiment). (C. S. B.)

“Little do rich people know

What we poor soldiers undergo”—

Pop Goes the Weasel: (J. M. S.)

“King Abraham is very sick,

Old Scott has got the measles,”—

Pope: To the tune of Bo-Peep. (C. S. B.)

“Poor Johnnie Pope,

Has lost his coat,”—

Praeterita: By S. D. D. In Camp, December 28th, 1863. (S. L. M., Feb., ’64.)

“I see in the shadows nightly,

The dream of a girlish face,”—

Pray, Maiden, Pray! A Ballad for the Times: Respectfully dedicated to the patriotic women of the South: by A. W. Kercheval, Esq., music by A. J. Turner; published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“Maiden, pray for thy lover now,

Thro’ all this starry night,”—

Prayer: (These verses were written by a deaf and dumb girl of Savannah, Georgia, on the occasion of a fast day.) (E. V. M.)

“Before thy throne, O God!

Upon this blood-wet sod,”—

Prayer: By Fadette. (Amaranth.)

“Lord God of Hosts! we lift our hearts to thee!

Our streaming eyes lift daily toward thy Throne”—

Prayer for Maryland: The National Prayer slightly altered from the original of Bishop Whitingham, to suit the present highly favored condition of the people of Maryland. (R. B. B. 82.)

“From Lincoln to Hick’s

From Dodge and old Dix,”—

Prayer For My Only Son, Aged Fifteen, Now in the Service of His Country: Memphis, July 26, 1864. (Amaranth.)

“God bless my daring, venturous boy,

Where’er his feet may stray,”—

A Prayer for Peace: By Major S. Yates Levy: (Sunny.)

“Almighty God! Eternal Sire and King!

Ruler Supreme! who all things didst create,”—

A Prayer for Peace: By G. H. S. Charleston, South Carolina. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 63). (From the Record.)

“Look forth, look forth, from the pale hills of time,

Which, deepening in the distance, rise and swell,”—

A Prayer for Peace: By S. Teackle Wallis, of Maryland. (S. S.)

“Peace! Peace! God of our fathers, grant us Peace!

Unto our cry of anguish and despair,”—

A Prayer for the South: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Oh God! my heart goes up to Thee

For our brave men on land and sea,”—

Prayer of the South: By Father Abram J. Ryan. (Sunny.)

“My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod!

My face is wan and white with many woes,”—

President Davis: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S., published in the New York News, 1865.)

“The cell is lonely and the night

Has filled it with a darker light,”—

The President’s Chair: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (West. Res.)

“Ye Southrons arouse, and do battle, nor yield

To the black northern hordes now infesting your borders,”—

The Price of Peace: By Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (E. V. M.)

“A woman paced with hurried step, her lone and dreary cell—

The setting sun, with golden ray upon her dark hair fell,”—

The Printers of Virginia to “Old Abe:” By Harry C. Treakle, Norfolk, Virginia, April 4, 1862. (R. R.)

“Though we’re exempt, we’re not the metal

To keep in when duty calls:”—

Prison on Lake Erie: By Asa Hartz, [Major George McKnight] Johnson’s Island, February 1864. (W. L.)

“The full round moon in God’s blue bend

Glides o’er her path so queenly,”—

Prison Reveries—Storm: By H. W. B., of Kentucky. Johnson’s Island, August, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The storm-capped waves are fiercely breaking

With sullen roll and snowy crest,”—

The Prisoner’s Dream: By Col. B. H. Jones, Johnson’s Island, November, 1864. (Sunny.)

“I dreamed ’twas the Sabbath day, Letitia,

The sky serene and blue,”—

A Prisoner’s Fancy: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“Though I rest in a Prison, and long miles between us be,

Past the guards and through the distance, sweet, my soul

goes out to thee”—

Prisoner’s Lament: By Captain Clarkson of Missouri. Set to music by D. O. Booker of Tennessee, while both were prisoners of war on Johnson’s Island. (Hubner.)

“My home is on a sea-girt isle,

Far far away from thee”—

The Prisoner of State: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

“I see him in his loathsome cell

The martyr of a ruined cause,”—

A Private in the Ranks: Suggested by a chapter in “Macaria.” By C. E. McC. Dauphin Island, May 5, A. D. 1864. (C. C.)

“No tinselled bar his collar bears;

No epaulette or star,”—

Privates in the Ranks: By Lieut. E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

“No golden bar his collar wears,

No epaulette or star,”—

Private Maguire: (Alsb.)

“Ach, its nate to be Captain or Colonel,

Divil a bit would I want to be higher;”—

Pro Aris et Focis: Song of the Spartan Rifleman: 1861. (R. N. S. from the Spartansburg Express.)

“Our banner the gift of the gentle and fair,

How proudly it floats in the morning air,”—

Pro Memoria: Air, “There is rest for the weary.” By Ina M. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Lo! the Southland Queen, emerging

From her sad and wintry gloom,”—

Prometheus Vinctus: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Prometheus on the cold rock bound,

The vulture at his heart,”—

Promise of Spring: (W. G. S.)

“The sun-beguiling breeze,

From the soft Cuban seas,”—

Prosopopeia—Virginia’s Call to Arms: March, 1861. (S. L. M., April, 1861.)

“Come from your mountain regions,

Come from your plains afar,”—

Quam diu tandem abutere patientia no: By B., Baltimore, June 30, 1861. (R. B. B. 4.)

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,

Keen make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

Quantrell’s Call: Air, “Pirate’s Serenade.” (Im.)

“Up, comrades up, the moon is in the west,

And we must be gone at the dawn of the day,”—

Rachel of Rama, St. Matthew II, 18: By Christopher Waife. S. W. Virginia, January 4, 1863. (S. L. M., August ’63.)

“When the river floweth,

Floweth to the sea,”—

Rally Around the Stars and Bars: By Robert Lamp, 51st Georgia Vols. (R. B. B. 94.)

“Rally round your country’s flag, ye freemen of the South,

Gird on your armor for the fray, go ye to battle forth,”—

Rally of the South: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Gallant men of Southern blood,”—

Rally Round the Flag, Boys! (Army.)

“We are marching to the field, boys, we are going to the fight,

Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.”—

Rally Round the Standard, Boys: (R. B. B. 94.)

“My heart is in the South, boys, my heart is not here,

We will rally round the South, boys, for liberty, so dear,”—

Rallying Song of the Virginians: Air, “Scots, wha hae:” By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Ed. Table, June, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all,

And ready stand, in war’s array,”—

Ranger’s Farewell: By ——, of Col. Wm. H. Parson’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“Come fathers, sons and brothers! it is your country’s call!

If you’ve the heart and courage to face a cannon ball!”—

Ranger’s Lay: Air, “I’ll hang my harp on the willow tree.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson. (Alsb.)

“Here, for the cause that the valiant love, we claim the right to die!

On the battle field shall our sabres prove that right is valued high,”—

Ranger’s Parting Song: By G. W. Archer, M. D. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“A mystic spell lures men to dwell

Far far from wilds away,”—

Rappahannock Army Song: By John C. McLemore. (W. G. S., from the Richmond Enquirer.)

“The toil of the march is over—

The pack will be borne no more”—

Raden-Linden: By Col. B. H. Jones, Prisoner of War, Johnson’s Island, November 3, 1864. (C. S. B.)

“In prison, when the sun was up,

Each ‘reb’ licked clean his plate and cup”—

Reading the List: (W. G. S.)

“Is there any news of the war? she said—

Only a list of the wounded and dead,”—

The Reaper: Fort Taylord, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“The apples are ripe in the orchard,

The work of the reaper’s begun,”—

The Reason Why: By Col. B. N. Jones. (Sunny.)

“From streets and alleys float afar,

The moanings of this famine war,”—

The Reason “Why:” By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 1862.)

“Is it ‘beyond all wonder’ how amid the battle thunder,

They can fight, those ‘ragged wretches,’ while your well dressed

soldiers fly,”—

Rebel Prisoner: (Alsb.)

“One morning, one morning, one morning in May,

I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say:”—

The Rebel Sock: By Mrs. M. B. Clarke. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“In all the pomp and pride of war

The Lincolnite was dressed,”—

A Rebel Soldier, Killed in the Trenches Before Petersburg, Va., April 15, 1865: By A Kentucky Girl. (W. G. S.)

“Killed in the trenches! How cold and bare

The inscription graved on the white card there”—

Rebel Toasts: Or Drink It Down! (Alsb.)

“O, here’s to South Carolina! drink it down,

Here’s to South Carolina! drink it down,”—

Rebel’s Dream: By A. F. Leovy. (Fag.)

“Softly in dreams of repose,

A vision so pure and so sweet,”—

Rebel’s Requiem: By Col. M. V. Moore of Auburn, Alabama. (Hubner.)

“Oh, give him a grave when the victory’s won

In the dust of his own dear clime,”—

Rebel’s Retort: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B., 96.)

“Tell us not we will make blunders,

That our hopes are but a dream,”—

Rebels! ’Tis a Holy Name: By Rev. Mr. Garesche, of St. Louis. (E. V. M. from the Atlanta Confederacy.)

“Rebels! ’Tis a holy name,

The name our father’s bore,”—

Recapture of Galveston: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” By M. E. Beaver. (Alsb.)

“Now all you girls and boys

Open your ears and hush your noise,”—

Recognition of the Southern Confederacy: Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (West. Res.)

“Recognize us, recognize us,

From the South the noble cry,”—

The Recompense: By Captain J. B. Clarke, 18th Miss. Infantry. (Sunny.)

“From out the Irish peasant’s hut

There came a doleful wail,”—

The Recruiting Sergeant: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho!

The way that the ranks can be filled up I know”—

Redeemed! By a Prisoner in solitary confinement, May 31, 1865. (W. L.)

“What, though the wrong, I have defied

And smote it with the fleshy sword;”—

The Red Zouave: (S. L. M., Nov., 1861.)

“The stars were bright, the breeze was still

The cicada and the whippoorwill”—

Reddato Gladium! Virginia to Winfield Scott. By E. W. S. L. M., November and December, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Whig.)

“A voice is heard in Ramah!

High sounds are in the gale!”—

Re-Enlist: By Mrs. Margarita J. Canedo. (S. B. P.)

“What! shall we now throw down the blade,

And doff the helmet from our brows?”—

Regulus: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“Have ye no mercy? Punic rage

Boasted small skill in torture, when”—

Requiem for 1861: By H. C. B. (Bohemian from the Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Year of terror, year of strife

Year with evil passions rife,”—

Retreat of the Grand Army from Bull Run: Air, “Sweet Evelina.” By Ernest Clifton, (Mr. Piersol of Baltimore,) Baltimore, Maryland. (R. B. B., 11.)

“Way down in Virginia,

That glorious old State,”—

Retreat of the 60,000 Lincoln Troops: July 15, 1861. (R. B. B., 95.)

“’Twas a clear and a beautiful day,

And the sun was in the sky,”—

The Return: (W. G. S.)

“Three years! I wonder if she’ll know me?

I limp a little, and I left one arm”—

The Return Home: Philadelphia, July, 1865. (W. L.)

“Aye, give them welcome home, fair South!

For you they’ve made a deathless name;”—

Rich Mountain: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Nov., 1861.)

“The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet,

Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat,”—

A Richmond Heroine: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“A pretty girl, through whose soft hair

Daintily played warm Southern air,”—

Richmond is a Hard Road to Travel: Air, “Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel.” Dedicated to General A. E. Burnside. (C. S. B.)

“Would you like to hear my song—I’m afraid it’s rather long,

Of the famous ‘On to Richmond’ double trouble;”—

Richmond on the James: By Anna Marie Welby, Louisville, Kentucky, July, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field,

When the battle’s shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;”—

Riding a Raid: Air, “Bonny Dundee.” (E. V. M.)

“’Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,

And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:”—

Rode’s Brigade Charge at Seven Pines: By W. P. C., of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning,

Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—

Root Hog or Die: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.)

“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss,

Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—

A Rumor of Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air;

I do not breathe so heavily,”—

Rum Raid at Velasco: Air, “Dixie.” By Waul’s Legion, written by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.)

“One night when we were getting dry,

A little old whiskey was the cry:”—

The Run from Manassas Junction: (P. P. B.)

“Yankee Doodle went to war

On his little pony”—

Run Yanks, or Die! Air, “Root Hog, or Die.” By T. W. Crowson. (Alsb.)

“Now if you all will listen while I relate

About the cause of Freedom you’re here to calculate:”—

Sabbath Bells: (E. V. M. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Those Sabbath bells! Those Sabbath bells!

No more their soothing music tells.”—

Sabine Pass: Dedicated to the Davis Guards—the Living and the Dead. By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)

“Sabine Pass in letters of gold

Seem written upon the sky today”—

Sacrifice: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Another victim to the sacrifice!

Oh! my own mother South,”—

St. John, the Baptist, Patron of South Carolina: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Eternal glory to our patron saint”—

The Salkehatchie: Written when a garrison at or near Salkehatchie Bridge were threatening a raid up in the Fort of Big and Little Salkehatchie. By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)

“The crystal streams, the pearly streams,

The streams in sunbeams flashing,”—

The Santa Fe Volunteer: Air, “Mary’s Dream.” (Alsb.)

“O when I went away from you, it filled my heart with grief and woe;

You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:”—

The Saucy Little Turtle: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” (R. B. B., 99.)

“Down in Mississippi river,

The other day,”—

Savannah: By Alethea S. Burroughs. (W. G. S.)

“Thou hast not drooped thy stately head,

Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed”—

Savannah Fallen: By Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S.)

“Bowing her head to the dust of the earth,

Smitten and stricken is she,”—

Scenes: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Oh, God! if gifted with an angel’s flight,

And somewhat of an angel’s mystic sight,”—

Scene in a Country Hospital: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Here, lonely, wounded and apart,

From out my casement’s glimmering round,”—

The Sea-Kings of the South: By Edward C. Bruce, of Winchester, Virginia. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Sentinel, March 30, 1863.)

“Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won,

From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston”—

Sea-Weeds: Written in Exile: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (W. G. S.)

“Friend of the thoughtful mind and gentle heart!

Beneath the citron-tree”—

Secession, or Uncle Sam’s Troublesome Daughters: 1862. (C. C.)

“Waking up one lovely morning,

In the Autumn’s rarest prime”—

Semmes’ Sword: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. Beechmore, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Into the sea he hurled it,

Into the weltering sea,”—

The Sentinel: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862. (Bohemian.)

“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit,

And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—

The Sentinel’s Dream of Home: By Col. A. M. Hobby, Galveston, February 1, 1864. (Alsb.)

“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillness

of the air,

The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—

The Sentinel’s Reverie: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. Petersburg, March 25, 1863. (S. L. M., April, ’63.)

“I face my dull round by the bank of the river,

About me the night, and before me the foe;”—

Sentry’s Call: “Half-past ten o’clock and all is well!” By W. L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson’s Island, 1865. (W. L.)

“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious,

Gains her way with subtle power,”—

The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts: Respectfully dedicated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.)

“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying,

Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—

1776-1861: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (E. V. M.)

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,

From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—

Seventy-Six and Sixty-One: By John W. Overall, of Louisiana. (W. G. S.)

“Ye spirits of the glorious dead!

Ye watchers in the sky!”—

Shades of Our Fathers: An Ode. By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

“Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be,

That we whose sires were ever free,”—

Shell the City! Shell! By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Shell the city! shell!

Ye myrmidons of Hell;”—

The Shenandoah Sufferers: By A Voice from New England. A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earth

When beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth”—

Shermanized: By L. Virginia French. (E. V. M.)

“In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day,

’Mid the raging of the conflict, ’mid the thunder of the fray,”—

Sherman’s Bummers: Parody on the “Knickerbocker Line” and respectfully dedicated to the Bummers of Sherman’s Army. By H. H. C., 6th No. V. V. I. (R. B. B., 98.)

“Come listen to my good old Song,

About a Bum m-e-r”—

Shiloh! Louisiana, June, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Night brooded o’er the Federal camp,

And the breeze blew soft and free,”—

Shiloh: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the Richmond Enquirer.)

“Golden lights on the purple hills,

A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—

The Ship of State: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Here lie the peril and necessity

That need a race of giants—a great realm”—

The Ship of State: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)

“A good ship o’er a stormy sea,

Before the gale is driving,”—

Short Rations: A Song—dedicated to the Cornfed Army of Tennessee. In the field near Dalton, Georgia. December 22, 1863. (W. F.)

“Fair ladies and maids of all ages,

Little girls and cadets howe’er youthful”—

Shot! By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O Brain, come quickly with your art,

Show me some scenes to calm my heart,”—

Shot through the Heart: By Ina M. Porter. (B. E.)

“Across the brown and wintry morn,

Borne on the soft wind’s wing,”—

Sic Semper: By a Virginian. (R. B. B., 98.)

“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits,

And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—

Sic Semper Tyrannis: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow,

Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—

Sic Semper Tyrranis! By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Oct., ’61.)

“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forth

His minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—

Silence: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“There’s silence in the prison,

There’s silence on the shore,”—

The Silent March: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.):

“O’ercome with weariness and care

The war-worn veteran lay,”—

The Single Star and The Palmetto Banner: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Alone the single star

Of our clear state is gleaming,”—

Slap: By Klubs (James R. Randall). (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, 1862, from the New Orleans Delta of 1861.)

“Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl,

And click the festal glasses, oh!”—

The Soldier: (Army.)

“’Tis not on the battle field

That I would wish to die,”—

Soldier, I Stay to Pray for Thee: By J. S. Thorrington. (Fag.)

“Lady, I go to fight for thee,

Where gory banners wave,”—

The Soldier in the Rain: By Julia L. Keyes. (W. G. S., from the Patriot and Mountaineer.)

“Ah me! the rain has a sadder sound

Than it ever had before,”—

A Soldier-Name Unknown: By F. B., Atlanta, August 19, 1864. (W. F.)

“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations

Itself must exhaust in the end;”—

The Soldier of the Cross: Suggested by Bishop Polk’s appointment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the Savannah News.)

“Down from the hill where earthly dross

Ne’er stained the sacred feet,”—

The Soldier Who Died Today: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“Only a humble cart

Threading the careless crowd,”—

The Soldier’s Amen: (Alsb.)

“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day,

Said one to the other, ‘Let’s kneel down and pray’!”—

The Soldier’s Battle Prayer: (Selected.) (S. L. M., April, ’62.)

“Father, I trust thee!

Life, was thy gift, thou can’st now shield it,”—

Soldier’s Dear Old Home: By Rev. Mr. Joyce, Chaplain Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)

“We are a band of brothers,

Wild and fearless will we roam”—

The Soldier’s Death: By A. B. Cunningham. (Alsb.)

“The night cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain,

And the blast howl’d sadly o’er wounded and slain,”—

A Soldier’s Dream: (C. S. B.)

“Last night as I toasted

My wet feet and roasted”—

The Soldier’s Dream: (Lee)

“Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr’d,

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,”—

Soldier’s Dream: By Fr. Sulzner. (Fag.)

“I am dreaming of thee,

Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee,”—

Soldier’s Farewell: Air, “Rosin the Bow,” (Randolph.)

“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades—

Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—

Soldier’s Farewell: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.)

“The bugle sounds upon the plain,

Our men are gath-ring fast;”—

The Soldier’s Farewell to his Wife: By Wm. K. Campbell, Greenville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Side by side and hand in hand,

Silently we sit;”—

The Soldier’s Grave: (J. M. S.)

“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here,

In death’s cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there,”—

The Soldier’s Grave: By Pearl. (E. V. M. from the Victoria Advocate.)

“’Tis where no chisel’s tracing tells

The humble sleeper’s name,”—

The Soldier’s Heart: By F. P. Beaufort. (S. B. P.)

“The trumpet calls, and I must go,

To meet the vile, invading foe;”—

Soldier’s Lament: By Wm. Lewis, Kauffman Co., Texas. (Alsb.)

“Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife,

Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier’s life;”—

The Soldier’s Last Combat: By Mrs. Elizabeth E. Harper, October, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“The soldier girded his armor on,

The fire of hope in his bright eye shone,”—

Soldier’s Letters: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The mail! the mail!

And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes”—

The Soldier’s Mission: By A. W. Morse. (Fag.)

“Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band,

Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,”—

The Soldier’s Return: By Anna Ward. January, 1862. (Im.)

“Did he come in the pride of manhood,

Flushed with a soldier’s fame?”—

Soldier’s Song of Pass Cavallo: By Col. C. G. Forshey, C. S. Eng. Fort Esperanza, Pass Cavallo. March, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow,

Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;”—

Soldier’s Suit of Gray: By Carrie Belle Sinclair. (Alsb.)

“I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright,

And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;”—

The Soldier’s Sweet Home: Air, “Home, Sweet Home.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“The soldier who o’er the lone prairie doth roam,

Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home”—

A Solemn Dirge: Placarded in Charleston, 186—, on the removal of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“King Dan is dead—he breathed his last,

We ne’er see him more,”—

Soldier Talk: To the tune of “Walk-In, Walk-In, Walk-In, I Say and Hear My Banjo Play.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A. 1865, Fort Delaware. (Roche.)

“One very funny habit when this cruel war am done,

Will common as the devil be, to each and every one,”—

Somebody’s Darling: By Miss Marie Lacoste, of Savannah, Georgia. (E. V. M. from the Southern Churchman.)

“Into a ward of the whitewashed walls

Where the dead and dying lay”—

Song: Air, “Faintly Flow Thy Falling River.” (E. V. M.)

“Here we bring a fragrant tribute,

To the bed where valor sleeps,”—

Song: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (R. B. B., 40.)

“You Rebels come along and listen to my song

The subject of the same is not worth naming,”—

A Song: Written by an inmate of the Old Capitol Prison in Washington City, and sung by his fellow prisoners. (R. R. from the Richmond Sentinel.)

“Rebel is a sacred name,

Traitor, too, is glorious;”—

Song, Bull’s Run: (R. B. B., 13.)

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,

Sharp make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

A Song for Dogs: 1864. (West. Res.)

“Our fathers were men in the days that are past—

What a pity it is that our fathers are dead!”—

Song for the Irish Brigade: By Shamrock of the Sumpter Rifles. (R. R.)

“Not now for the songs of a nation’s wrongs,

Nor the groans of starving labor,”—

Song for the South: (Randolph)

“A shout! a wild glad shout of joy!

Ho! all ye sons of freedom, rise”—

Song for the South: (R. R.)

“Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West,

Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;”—

Song of Hooker’s Picket: (Fag. from the Southern Illustrated News, February 21, 1863)

“I’m ’nation tired of being hired

To fight for a shilling a day;”—

Song of our Glorious Southland: By Mrs. Mary Ware. (W. G. S. from the Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Oh, sing of our glorious Southland,

The pride of the golden sun!”—

Song of Spring (1864): By John A. Wagener of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Spring has come! Spring has come!

The brightening earth, the sparkling dew”—

Song of the Baltimore Rebels: Air, “Wait For the Wagon.” (R. B. B., 77.)

“Let us join the army,

Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home,”—

Song of the “Bloody Sixth” at Camp Chase, Ohio: (Alsb.)

“We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O—

When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;”—

Song of the C. R.’s of M.: Air, “Villikins and his Dinah.” By F. B. (W. F.)

“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour

His heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—

The Song of the Drum: (R. B. B., p. 100.)

“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud,

When it calls me, with its rattle,”—

The Song of the Exile: Air, “Dixie.” By B. Martinsburg, Virginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.)

“O here I am in the land of cotton,

The flag once honored is now forgotten”—

Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (Alsb.)

“O! the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds,

When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

Song of the First Virginia Cavalry: (Amaranth from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Mount! Mount! and away!

Stay not to entwine”—

Song of the Freedmen: By A. R. Watson, Atlanta, Georgia. (E. V. M.)

“A freedman sat on a pile of bricks,

As the rain was pattering down”—

Song of the Privateer: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, October 10, 1861. (R. B. B.)

“Away o’er the boundless sea

With steady hearts and free”—

Song of the Privateer: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.)

“Fearlessly the seas we roam,

Tossed by each briny wave;”—

Song of the Rebel: By Esten Cooke, Camp “No Camp.” December 1, 1862. (W. L.)

“Oh! not a heart in all our host

But feels a noble thrill,”—

Song of the Sentinel: (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch)

“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep!

No foe across our line shall creep;”—

Song of the Sergeant of the Guard: Written by the Guard Fire, Vienna, Virginia, August 1, 1862. (July and August, ’62, S. L. M.)

“I think of you, my child,

While the long hours move slow;”—

The Song of the Snow: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington, Virginia. (C. S. B.)

“Halt! the march is over

Day is almost done”—

Song of the South: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Sunday Delta.)

“The genius of the Western world,

Stood silent by the sea;”—

The Song of the South: (R. R.)

“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of

song and story—

Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor,

fame and glory;”—

Song of the South: Choir: (Amaranth from The Land We Love.)

“Sing us a song of the South we love!

O! minstrel sing us a song!”—

Song of the Southern Soldier: Air, “Barclay and Perkin’s Drayman.” By P. E. C. (C. C., from the Richmond Examiner.)

“I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made,

I don’t fight for pay or for booty,”—

Song of the Southern Women: By Julia Mildred. (P. & P. B.)

“O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark

To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc.”—

The Song of the Sword: Suggested at seeing a sick and wounded Confederate soldier left to die at the Crater farm, near Petersburg, Virginia, May 26, 1866 [1864?]. (C. C.)

“Weary and wounded and worn,

Wounded and ready to die,”—

Song of the Texas Rangers: Inscribed to Mrs. John H. Wharton. Air, “Yellow Rose of Texas.” By Mrs. J. D. Young. (E. V. M.)

“The morning star is paling,

The camp fires flicker low,”—

Song of the Times: (Hopkins.)

“Let hard times assail us,

Let poverty nail us”—

Song of the Washington Volunteers: (Randolph.)

“When war’s fierce trumpet notes resounded,

Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?”—

Song on General Scott: Tune, “Poor Old Horse, Let Him Die.” By N. B. J. (P. & P. B.)

“Virginia had a son

Who gathered up some fame”—

Song Written for the “Gilmer Blues” of Lexington, Georgia: Air, “Dixie.” By E. Young. (Bohemian.)

“Comrades, come and join the chorus,

Sing for the land whose flag waves o’er us,”—

Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn

Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—

Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Democracy hath done its work of ill,

And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—

Sonnet: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,

Ye martyred thousands!”—

Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell: By F. B., Globe Hospital, Richmond, May, 1862. (W. F.)

“The soldier lays upon his helpless bed

Far from his home, reft of maternal care;”—

Sonnet: To Resistance: By W. H. P. (S. L. M., May, ’62 from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled air!

A nation’s Liberty! a Nation’s Peace,”—

Sonnet Written in 1864: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“What right to freedom when we are not free?

When all the passions goad us into lust;”—

Sons of Freedom: By Nanny Gray. (Bohemian from the Richmond Whig.)

“Sons of Freedom, on to glory,

Go, where brave men do or die,”—

Sons of Kentucky: (Randolph.)

“Kentucky’s Sons! and will ye serviles be,

While Southrons rise their honor to defend?”—

Sons of the South: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (Randolph.)

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,

From mountain top and lowly vale,”—

Sons of the South, Arise! By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)

“Sons of the South, no longer sleep, Arise,

The foeman’s foot is planted on your shores,”—

Souls of Heroes: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Souls of heroes, ascended from fields you have won.

Still smiles on the conflict so greatly begun;”—

Soul of the South, an Ode: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., February and March, ’62.)

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,

And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,”—

The South: (Md. Hist. B.)

“The South I wonder every heart,

Don’t with emotion beat;”—

The South (1865): By G. Savannah, Georgia, August 17, 1865. (W. L.)

“Her head is bowed downwards: so pensive her air,

As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—

The South: By Father Ryan. (C. S. B.)

“Yes, give me the land

Where the ruins are spread,”—

The South: By Charlie Wildwood. Music by John H. Hewitt, published by Julian A. Selby, Columbia, South Carolina, (R. R. and R. B. M., 1863.)

“The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur’d by art,

And purity’s lily doth thrive in thy heart”—

The South and North: (R. B. B., 101.)

“The Southrons and the Northers, oh

Have got into a fight,”—

The South for Me: (R. R.)

“The South for me! the sunny clime,

Where earth is clothed in beauty’s hue”—

The South in Arms: By Rev. J. B. Martin. (R. R.)

“Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,

Unequalled in all previous time”—

The South is Up: By P. E. C. (R. R.)

“The South is up in stern array—

Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard”—

The South; Or, I Love Thee the More: (Alsb.)

“My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,

Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free”—

The South Our Country: By E. M. Thompson. (Fag.)

“Our country, our country, oh where may we find,

Amid all the proud relics of legion or story,”—

Southern Carolina, A Patriotic Ode: Charleston, South Carolina, 1861. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Land of the Palmetto tree

Sweet home of liberty”—

South Carolina: By S. Henry Dickson. December 20, 1860. (W. G. S.)

“The deed is done! the die is cast;

The glorious Rubicon is passed”—

South Carolina: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“My brave old Country! I have watched thee long,

Still ever first to rise against the wrong;”—

South Carolina: By Willie Lightheart: (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)

“My land, my Carolina, dear!

My warm, bright sunny home”—

South Carolina Hymn of Independence: Air, “The Marseillaise.” [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast)

“South Carolinians! proudly see

Our state proclaimed to all the world”—

The South Banner: By Col. W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Camp Chase, Ohio. (Fag.)

“Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag

As ’tis flung in its pride to the breeze,”—

A Southern Battle Hymn: May 25, 1861. (C. C.)

“God of our fathers! King of Kings!

Lord of the earth and sea!”—

Southern Battle Song: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (R. R.)

“Raise the Southern flag on high!

Shout aloud the battle cry!”—

Southern Battle Song: By C. [James Cahill?] Baltimore, October, 1862. (R. B. B., 102.)

“Come gallant sons of noble sires,

Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!”—

Southern Border Song: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the Border.” (S. L. M., July, 1861.)

“March! March! Southerners fearlessly march!

Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?”—

Southern Captives: By Captain Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars;

While from out the vault of heaven gently glimmering come the stars;”—

Southern Chant of Defiance: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. Music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M.)

“You can never win them back;

Never, never;”—

The Southern Cross: (R. R.)

“Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled,

In all thy breadth and length!”—

The Southern Cross: To His Excellency President Davis, from his fellow citizens, Ellen Key Blunt, and J. T. Mason Blunt, of Maryland and Virginia. Paris, 1862. (S. L. M., September and October, 1862.) (R. R.)

“In the name of God! Amen!

Stand for our Southern rights!”—

The Southern Cross: By St. George Tucker, of Virginia. (S. L. M., March, 1861.) (W. G. S.)

“Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storm,

More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?”—

The Southern Flag: Air, “A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.” (Fag.)

“Three cheers for the Southern flag,

That floats upon the gale,”—

Southern Flag: By Lt. Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Flag of the South! whose golden folds

Shine with a nation’s stars new-born,”—

A Southern Gathering Song: Air, “Hail Columbia.” By L. Virginia French. (R. R.)

“Sons of the South, beware the foe!

Hark to the murmur deep and low”—

Southern Girl and Parody: The Homespun Plaid: (R. B. B., 104.)

“Oh, call me not a Southern girl,

I’m weary of the name;”—

A Southern Girl’s Song: Air, “Come away, love.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Come away, love, from our foes, love;

Come and seek a nobler cause”—

The Southern Homes in Ruin: By R. B. Vance, of North Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Many a gray-haired sire has died

As falls the oak—to rise no more,”—

Southern Land: Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (C. S. B. from the Charleston Courier.)

“We dwell where skies are bright above us,

Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”—

Southern Marseillaise: Air, “Marseilles Hymn.” (Randolph.)

“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,

Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (J. M. S.)

“Sons of the South! awake to glory,

A thousand voices bid you rise,”—

Southern Marseillaise: (Beau.)

“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,

Arm, Arm! your struggling country calls”—

The Southern Matron to Her Son: Air, “Oh, No, My Love, No.” (R. B. B., 105.)

“I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion,

Yet view me in kindness, refraining from blame;”—

Southern Mother’s Lament: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The head that lay upon my breast—

O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,”—

The Southern Oath: By Rosa Vertner Jeffry. July 22, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“By the cross upon our banner,

Glory of one Southern sky,”—

Southern Patriotism: January, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Spartansburg Express.)

“Love thy country, thus each sire

With the lesson undefined,”—

The Southern Patriot’s Lament: Written in Fort Warren Prison in 1864. (Amaranth.)

“I am a captive on a hostile shore,

Caged like the falcon from its native skies,”—

Southern Pleiades: By Laura Lorrimer. (Bohemian from the Nashville Patriot.)

“When first our Southern flag arose,

Beside the heaving sea,”—

Southern Prisoner Gives His Thanks to the Baltimore Ladies: Air, “American Boy.” (R. B. B., 72.)

“I left Winchester Court House, all in the month of May,

And from this great starvation I was glad to get away”—

The Southern Republic: By Olive Tully Thomas, Mississippi. (W. G. S.)

“In the galaxy of nations

A nation’s flag unfurled,”—

A Southern Scene, 1862: (E. V. M.)

“‘Oh Mammy have you heard the news?’

Thus spake a Southern child,”—

Southern Sentiment: By Rev. A. M. Box. (Alsb.)

“The North may think the South will yield,

And seek for a place in the Union again;”—

Southern Sentiment: (Same as The Northern Hordes). Air, “Let Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat.” By B., Baltimore, October 6, 1861. (R. B. B., 106.)

“The Northern hordes invasion threat,

But we are not alarmed;”—

The Southern Soldier Boy: As sung by Miss Sallie Partington in the “Virginia Cavalier” at the Richmond New Theatre. Air, “The Boy with the Auburn Hair.” By Capt. C. W. Alexander, R. A. C. and A. P. M. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name,

He’s off to the wars and gone,”—

Southern Soldier Boy: By Father A. J. Ryan. (Fag.)

“Young as the youngest who donned the gray,

True as the truest who wore it,”—

Southern Song: Tune, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. R. from the Raleigh Register.)

“Come all ye sons of freedom,

And join our Southern band,”—

A Southern Song: By Miss Maria Grason, Queen Anne Co., Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“While crimson drops our hearthstone stains,

And Northern despots forge our chain,”—

Southern Song: By L. M. (R. R. from the Louisville Courier.)

“If ever I consent to be married,

(And who would refuse a good mate?)”—

A Southern Song: Address to her Maryland lover by a Virginia Girl. Air, “Fly to the Desert.” By M. F. Q. Richmond, May 3, 1861. (R. B. B.)

“Fly to the South, come fly to me

In Richmond there’s a home for thee;”—

A Southern Song: Reply to the Virginia Girl’s Address to her Maryland Lover. By O. H. S. —— Cola. Baltimore, 1861. (R. B. B., 2.)

“Farewell to submission

Whoever may crave,”—

Southern Song of Freedom: Air, “The Minstrels’ Return.” By J. H. H. (R. R.)

“A Nation has sprung into life

Beneath the bright Cross of the South”—

Southern Union: (Randolph.)

“Hail to the new-born nation! hail!

Shout till our plaudits reach the sky,”—

The Southern Wagon in Kentucky: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind,

The old Corncracker State, because at first she was too blind”—

Southern War Cry: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” (R. R. from the New Orleans Picayune.)

“Countrymen of Washington!

Countrymen of Jefferson!”—

Southern War Song: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” By Baltimore. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Southrons, lo! thy tyrant’s hand,

Stained with blood, pollutes your land,”—

Southern War Song: Air, “I’m Afloat.” (R. B. B., 108.)

“We shall win! we shall win! for our cause it is just,

Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,”—

A Southern War Song: By P. H. (R. B. B.)

“Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on,

The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won,”—

Southern War Song: By N. P. W. (R. R. from the Louisville Courier.)

“To horse! to horse! our standard flies,

The bugles sound the call;”—

Southern Wife: By Walker Merriweather Bell, of Kentucky. (Amaranth.)

“A price is on my darling’s head,

Outlawed and hunted down;”—

Southern Woman’s Song: (R. R. from the New Orleans Picayune.)

“Stitch, stitch, stitch

Little needle swiftly fly,”—

Southern Women: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., Johnson’s Island, Ohio, December, 1864. (W. L.)

“God bless our women, brave and true!

For them stern death we Southrons dare;”—

Southern Yankee Doodle: (Randolph.)

“The Yankee bigots say they’ll tear

Our Southron Flag asunder,”—

Southern Yankee Doodle: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B., 107.)

“The gallant Major Anderson!

A bold and fearless Ranger,”—

Southland: The Prize Song. Awarded prize in prize song contest conducted in 1864 by Mr. W. F. Wisely of Mobile, Alabama. (S. B. P.)

“They sing of the East

With its flowery feast,”—

The Southland Fears No Foeman: By J. W. M. Anniesdale, near Murfreesboro, North Carolina. (S. L. M., February, 1861.)

“The Southland fears no foeman,

Her eagles yet are free;”—

The Southron Mother’s Charge: By Thomas B. Hood, New Orleans, Louisiana. (R. R.)

“You go, my son, to the battle field—

To repel the invading foe;”—

Southrons O! (W. L.)

“By the cross upon our banner,

Glory of our Southern sky,”—

The Southron’s War Song: By J. A. Wagener of South Carolina (E. V. M. from the Charleston Courier, June 11, 1861.)

“Arise! Arise! with main and might,

Sons of the sunny clime!”—

Southron’s Watchword: (In Imitation of an English Song of the Crimean War.) By M. F. Bigney, 1861. (Fag.)

“What shall the Southron’s watchword be,

Fighting for us on land and sea?”—

Southrons! Yield Not to Despair! (Written by a young lady of Baltimore, immediately after a late reverse of our cause.) (S. L. M., Feb., ’64.)

“Southrons! yield not to despair—

Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;”—

The South’s Appeal to Washington: (C. C.)

“Say, would’st thou tamely stand?

Say, would’st thou see”—

Spare Us, Good Lord! Written while —— was playing “Lurlei.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“By thy sad Passion, hear us,

Send living hope to cheer us;”—

Spirit of 1861: By C. S. A. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Arise Confederates! hear your country’s call!

The hour is come, the hour to do or die,”—

The Spirit of ’60: (Bohemian from the Columbus Times.)

“Sons of the South arise,

Your insulted country cries,”—

The Spirits of the Fathers: By Henry Lomas. (R. R.)

“We are watching that land when Liberty awoke,—

Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,”—

Spring: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“Spring with that nameless pathos in the air—

Which dwells with all things fair,”—

Stack Arms: Written in the prison of Fort Delaware, Delaware, on hearing of the surrender of General Lee. By Jos. Blyth Alston. (W. G. S.)

“‘Stack arms!’ I’ve gladly heard the cry

When, weary with the dusty tread,”—

Stand By Your Flag: (Randolph.)

“Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave,

You hold it as fair Freedom’s trust,”—

The Standard Bearer: Respectfully dedicated to Miss Belle B. Taylor of Richmond, Virginia. By Major J. N. P. Music by N. S. Coleman. Published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“A shout, a shout for Victory!

A cheer from the blood-red field,”—

Star of the South: (S. L. M., April, ’61.)

“Star of the South! Break forth on the nation!

Break forth o’er the land, beam out of the sea!”—

Star of the West: (R. R.)

“I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,

Old Times dair ain’t not forgotten”—

Star of the West: or The Reinforcement: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Glory be to God on high!

Glory be to the God of right!”—

Starry Cross of the Sunny South: A vision. (W. L.)

“The great Architect now erects in the skies

A new constellation that dazzles our eyes:”—

The Stars and Bars: (Fag.)

“Oh, the South is the queen of all nations,

The home of the brave and the true,”—

The Stars and Bars: (S. B. W.)

“Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?

For thy flag is but new to the sea,”—

The Stars and Bars: (R. R.)

“’Tis sixty-two!—and sixty-one,

With the old Union, now is gone,”—

The Stars and Bars: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (R. B. B., 110.)

“Oh! say do you see now so vauntingly borne

In the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,”—

The Stars and Bars: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian from the Sunday Delta.)

“Fling wide the dauntless banner—

To every Southern breeze,”—

The Stars and The Bars: (Randolph.)

“Above us our banner is waving,

The hope of the brave and the free,”—

The Star Spangled Banner: Baltimore. Published by Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light—

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,”—

The Star Spangled Cross and the Pure Field of White: Written and composed by Subaltern. Richmond, Virginia. Geo. Dunn and Co., Publishers. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of white

Is the banner we give to the breeze:”—

The State and the Starling: By A. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“Starling! starling! airy of wing,

Wherefore a lonely prisoner there.”—

Steady and Ready: (E. V. M.)

“Steady, when fortune’s dark shadows surround us,

Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;”—

Stonewall: (E. V. M.)

“Weep for the mighty dead,

The nation’s joy and pride:”—

The Stonewall Cemetery: Lines written by Mrs. M. B. Clark of North Carolina (“Tenella”) in behalf of the “Stonewall” Cemetery, Winchester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“The storm of war which swept our country wide,

Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side,”—

Stonewall Jackson: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (J. M. S.)

“Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark,

With his warrior legions advancing to battle?”—

Stonewall Jackson: Air, The “Coronack.” (Fag.)

“Unmoved in the battle,

Whilst friends and foes swerved,”—

Stonewall Jackson: By H. L. Flash, May 10, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight,

Not in the rush upon the vandal foe”—

Stonewall Jackson: By L. H. M., Huntsville, Alabama, May 18, 1863. (Im.)

“He sleeps ’neath the soil that the hero loved well,

In the land of his birth, his own sunny South,”—

Stonewall Jackson: “Canada pays a tribute to the Lion of the Valley. The following appeared originally in the Montreal Advertiser.” (S. L. M., Ed. Table. September and October, ’62.)

“Not in the dim Cathedral,

Filled with the organ’s tones,”—

Stonewall Jackson: By the Kilkenny Man (Dublin Nation). [Irish?] (Amaranth.)

“God rest you! Stonewall Jackson—

Now your gallant heart is still,”—

Stonewall Jackson: In Memoriam: May 20, 1863. (W. L.)

“Oh! weep, our gallant chief’s among the dead!

Cold lies the sod above his noble head,”—

Stonewall Jackson: Mortally Wounded—“The Brigade must not know, sir.” (W. G. S.)

“‘Who’ve ye got there?’ ‘Only a dying brother,

Hurt at the front just now,’”—

Stonewall Jackson: A Dirge. (W. G. S.)

“Go to thy rest, great chieftain!

In the zenith of thy fame,”—

Stonewall Jackson on the Eve of Battle: By Mrs. Catherine A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“In the camp the waning watch-fire,

Throws a dim and lurid glare,”—

Stonewall Jackson’s Grave: By Mrs. M. J. Preston of Lexington, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“A simple sodded mound of earth,

With not a line above it,”—

“Stonewall” Jackson’s Way: By John Williamson Palmer, M.D. Oakland, Md., September 17, 1862. S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb., ’63. (E. V. M.)

“Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails;

Stir up the camp fire bright;”—

Stonewall Song: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (Randolph.)

“Come, Louisiana soldiers, and listen to my Song,

And if you’ll just be patient, I won’t detain you long:”—

Stonewall’s Sable Seers: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. Beechmore, Oldham County, Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“‘I’ll tell you wat, ole Cato,’

Quoth Cuff by the bright camp fire,”—

Story of the Merrimac: As told to the Watt’s Creek Picket. By Susan Archer Talley. Fort McHenry, April, 1862. (S. L. M., Sept. & Oct., 1862.)

“Calm was the earth and calm the air,

And calm the water’s flow,”—

The Stranger’s Death: (E. V. M.)

“No mother bends with tender care,

To kiss his burning brow,”—

Strike for the South: (S. B. Liv.)

“Strike for the South! let her name ever be

The boast of the true and the brave,”—

Stuart: By W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia, May, 1864. (E. V. M.)

“Mourn, mourn along thy mountains high!

Mourn, mourn along thine ocean wave!”—

Stuart: By Mrs. Henry J. Vose. (Fag.)

“Oh! mother of states and of men,

Bend low thy queenly head,”—

Stuart: A Ballad: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“A cup of your potent ‘mountain dew,’

By the camp fire’s ruddy light”—

The Substitutes: Dramatic Dialogue. By Paul H. Hayne. (Sunny from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“How says’t thou? die tomorrow? Oh My Friend!

The bitter, bitter doom!”—

Sumter: A Ballad of 1861: By E. O. Murden. (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)

“’Twas on the twelfth of April,

Before the break of day,”—

Sumter In Ruins: By W. Gilmore Simms: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Ye batter down the lion’s den,

But yet the lordly beast goes free;”—

A Sunday Reverie: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)

“Beyond my dingy window-pane,

This beaming Sunday morn,”—

Sunny South: (R. B. B., 109.)

“To arms, to arms and old Abe shall see,

That we have a Southern Confederacy,”—

Surrender of the A. N. Va., April 10, 1865: By Florence Anderson, Kentucky. (Amaranth.)

“Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears,

Have we borne the sorrows of four long years,”—

Sweethearts and the War: (R. R.)

“Oh, dear! it’s shameful, I declare,

To see the men all go,”—

The Sword of Harry Lee: By James D. McCabe, Jr. Vicksburg, Miss. (P. &. P. B.)

“An aged man all bowed with years,

Sits by his hearthstone old,”—

The Sword of Robert Lee: Words by Moina [Rev. A. J. Ryan]. Music by Armand. (C. S. B.)

“Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright,

Flashed the sword of Lee,”—

Taking of Munson’s Hill, Virginia: (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“One morning, just before the break of day,

A Major called his men to march away,”—

Tear Down That Flag: By Theodore H. Hill. (Bohemian.)

“Tear down the flag of constellated stars!

Blot out its field of blue!”—

Tell the Boys the War is Ended: By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)

“‘Tell the boys the war is ended,’—

These were all the words he said,”—

Tennessee! Fire Away: (Md. Hist. B.)

“Black Republican bandits

Have crossed to our shore,”—

Tennessee! Written for The Avalanche. (Im.)

“Farewell, oh Union! once beloved

So tenderly by me;”—

The Tennessee Exile’s Song: By P. V. P. (S. S.)

“I hear the rushing of her streams,

The murmuring of her trees,”—

Tennessee’s Noble Volunteers: (Randolph.)

“Brave men! thou’rt going forth to face

A bold unsulting foe”—

Terry’s Texas Rangers: Air, “When the Swallows Homeward Fly.” By Estelle. (Alsb.)

“Where the battles fiercest rage, and the red blood thickest lies,

Where the gauntlet and the gage are caught up ’neath burning skies,”—

The Texan Marseillaise: By James Haines, of Texas. (W. G. S. from the Southern Confederacy.)

“Sons of the South, arouse for battle!

Gird on your armor for the fight!”—

Texas and Virginia: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By Capt. P. M. Salor. (Alsb.)

“The Texas boys are valiant, their courage none deny,

And for their country’s freedom they lay them down and die.”—

Texas Land! Air, “My Maryland.” By John Shearn, Esq., of Houston. (Alsb.)

“When first war’s clarions sounded loud,

Texas land, Texas land,”—

Texas Marseillaise: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)

“O ye sons of Freedom! now arise!

’Tis your Country that calls on you”—

The Texas Ranger: Air, “Dixie.” By R. R. Carpenter, Debray’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“Away down South, where the Rio Grande

Rolls its tides thro’ the post-oak sandy,”—

Texan Rangers: Published by M. Morgan, Galveston, Texas. Confederate States, 1861. (R. B. B., 112.)

“They come! they come! see their bayonets bright,

They sparkle and flash across hollow and height,”—

Texas Rangers at the Battle of Chickamauga—the Stream of Death: Dedicated to Capt. Dave Terry, of General Wharton’s staff. Air, “American Star.” (Alsb.)

“Stand firm, Texas Rangers! the foe is advancing,

We’ll drive back the ruffians, or die on the field”—

Texas Sentinel in Virginia: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)

“Luna shone in royal splendor,

Effulgent o’er the Texian tent”—

The Texas Soldier Boy: By a lad fifteen years old, of the Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)

“Come all you Texas soldiers, wherever you may be,

I’ll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me”—

Texian Appeal: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By Col. Washington Hamilton. Cold Springs, Polk Co., Texas. (Alsb.)

“Dissevered from her sister states, begirt by foes around,

And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground,”—

Texians, To Your Banner Fly: Air, “Scots wha’ hae.” By S. P. R. of Galveston, Texas. August 4, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Texians, to your banner fly,

Texians, now your valor try,”—

Thanksgiving for Victory: Air, “The Watcher.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Let the church bells anthems peal,

Glad but low;”—

That Bugler: Or the Upidee Song: As sung by the Washington Artillery, New Orleans, 1862. By Sergeant A. G. Knight, 2nd Co., Bat., Washington Artillery, New Orleans. (Alsb.)

“The shades of night were falling fast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,

The bugler blew that well known blast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,”—

Them Saucy Masked Batteries: Air, “Bobbin Around.” (R. B. B., 112.)

“The Yankee soldiers went down south,

Bobbin around,”—

Then and Now: Written on returning to my home which had been burned and desolated by Sherman’s army. By J. C. J. (W. L.)

“I saw a scene at sunrise,

A year or two ago,”—

There is Life in Old Maryland Yet: By Cola. Baltimore, March 25, 1862. (R. B. B. 75.)

“Again a smothered voice speaks out,

In accents bold and strong,”—

There is No Peace: By G. B. S. Cottage Home, 1865. (W. L.)

“They tell us that glad Peace once more has smiled,

Upon this land from out the summer sky;”—

There is Nothing Going Wrong: Dedicated to Old Abe. By A. M. W. New Orleans, March 4, 1861. (R. R.)

“There’s a general alarm.

The South’s begun to arm”—

There’s Life in the Old Land Yet: By J. B. Baltimore, March 25, 1862. (R. B. B., 77½.)

“There’s life in the land that gave Carroll his birth,

Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth”—

There’s Life in the Old Land Yet: By Frank Key Howard. (S. S.)

“Through the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread

Of an insolent soldiery now”—

There’s Life in the Old Land Yet: Words by James R. Randall. (Music by Edward O. Eaton.) (C. S. B. from the New Orleans Delta, September 1, 1861.)

“By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash

The tyrant’s war-shout comes,”—

There’s Nobody Hurt: (R. B. B., 111.)

“There lives a man in Washington,

A narrow-minded squirt,”—

They Are Not Dead: By Fanny Downing. 1865. (C. C.)

“They are not dead! they do but keep

That vigil, which shall never know,”—

They Cry Peace, Peace, When There is No Peace: By Mrs. Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S. from a Charleston Broadside.)

“They are ringing peace on my heavy ear—

No peace to my heavy heart!”—

Thinking of the Soldiers: November 24, 1861. (R. R. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“We were sitting around the table

Just a night or two ago”—

The Thirty-Seventh Congress: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Now, isn’t this Congress of ours something rare?

It wants to see how much poor fools can bear”—

Thou and I: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Dewy night has fallen, love!

All around lies hushed in sleep”—

Thou Art Dead, My Mother! By Gen. M. Jefferson Thompson. (Sunny.)

“I’ve stood ’mid many a battle blast,

And braved the shock of charging horse,”—

Three Cheers for Our Jack Morgan: By Eugene Raymond. (J. M. S.)

“The snow is in the cloud,

And night is gathering o’er us”—

The Times: Inscribed to all “God’s Freemen.” By Kate. Fairfax Court House, Va. (R. R.)

“Come, list to my song,

It will not be long,”—

’Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky: By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)

“’Tis midnight in the Southern sky—

See the starry cross decline!”—

To A Company of Volunteers—Receiving Their Banner at the Hands of the Ladies: By Cora. (S. L. M., July, 1861.)

“Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band,

Marshalled at your Country’s call,”—

To a Dear Comforter: By B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“Musing o’er my gloomy fortune—

Thinking of a world so drear”—

To A Mocking Bird: On being waked by its song, near the camp, in the dusk of morning. By E. F. W. (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Sweet bird that thrill’st with early note

The hedge-row charred and sere,”—

The Toast of Morgan’s Men: By Capt. Thorpe, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Unclaimed in the land that bore us,

Lost in the land we find,”—

A Toast to Virginia: Tune: “Red, White and Blue.” (R. B. B., 113.)

“A toast to Virginia, God bless her!

The Mother of heroes and states!”—

To Brother Jonathan, on the Dictatorship of Abe Lincoln: By J. I. R., of Richmond. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’63.)

“Oh, Jonathan! you little thought, when all your hills, and vales

Rang with the cheers for ‘Honest Abe,’ the splitter of the rails,”—

To Colonel John H. Morgan, 2d Regiment, Kentucky Cavalry: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Our hero-chief, Kentucky’s pride,

To whom she gladly doth confide”—

To Exchange-Commissioner Ould: By Major George McKnight. “Asa Hartz.” (Sunny.)

“Dear Uncle Bob: I fear your head

Has gone a-thinking I am dead;”—

To General Beauregard: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Rouse thee my sad hero! rouse thee now to the fray!

In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay”—

To General Winfield Scott: By William H. Holcombe, Waterproof, Louisiana, August, 1861. (S. L. M., Sept. ’61.)

“Old Man! I pity thee; but not because,

Too shallow for deep thought and falsely great,”—

To Go or Not to Go: By Exempt. (Hubner.)

“To go or not to go! that is the question,

Whether it pays best to suffer pestering”—

To Him: Who was our President, and who is and ever will be our honored and beloved. By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“From out your prison by the sea,

Your thoughts at least may wander free,”—

To Johnston’s Name: In Memory of General A. S. Johnston. Air, “Roy’s Wife of Aldavallach.” By Judge Tod Robinson, of California. (Alsb.)

“We’ll stop the flow of festive mirth—

From social joys a moment borrow”—

To Kentuckians: On the Dispersion of the Convention at Frankfort, by Col. Gilbert. (W. L.)

“If in your ‘ashes live their unwonted fires,’

If ye are sons of your heroic sires”—

To Kentucky: By an advocate of State’s Rights. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I lay my hand upon thy breast,

They who strike thee must pierce me first”—

Toll and Peal: To the Memory of Charles D. Dreux: By Mrs. Marie B. Williams. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Toll for the warrior! toll!

A requiem sad, yet high”—

To Madame Therese Pulsky: Who with her husband, followed General Kossuth in his Exile. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’m gazing on the pleasant face,

And thinking of the time,”—

To Maryland—Friends are Nigh: By William Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

“Friends are nigh; despair not,

Though fast in the despot’s chain!”—

To Miss ——, of Virginia: By Stella. Alabama, August 1, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Hail gentle patron of our stricken land!

Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;”—

To Miss C. P. B. of Athens, Tennessee: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, July, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Musing lonely, sadly musing,

Is my Island prison drear,”—

To Miss K. A. S. of Alexandria, Virginia: By Col. B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“Maiden, through death’s gloomy portal,

In the far cerulean blue,”—

To Mr. Lincoln: (Randolph.)

“Old honest Abe, you are a babe,

In military glory;”—

To Mr. Vallandigham: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O Chatham of our day, to thee I turn

While my sick heart with freshened strength doth burn,”—

To Mrs. Rosanna Osterman: By Col. A. M. Hobby. (Alsb.)

“Amidst the deep corruption of the age,

Where Vice and Folly universal rage,”—

To My Soldier Brother: By Sallie E. Ballard of Texas. (W. G. S.)

“When softly gathering shades of ev’n,

Creep o’er the prairies broad and green,”—

To My Soldier: May God Love Thee, My Beloved, May God Love Thee! (S. L. M., Ed. Table. April, ’63.)

“Warm from my bosom I send you this,

Deep in my heart these thoughts were nursed,”—

To My Sons in Virginia: (Randolph.)

“My children, I have sent ye forth

To battle for the right”—

To Our Dead of New Hope: Corporal W. H. Brunet and Private R. A. Beidgens. By F. B. Kennesaw Ridge, June 16, 1864. (W. F.)

“They sleep the deep sleep ’neath the sanctified sod,

Made holy by patriot gore;”—

Too Young to Die: By John B. Smith, Nashville, Tennessee, December, ’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“On the hard fought field where the battle storm

Had echoed its sullen thunder,”—

The Tories of Virginia: (R. R. from the Richmond Examiner.)

“In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose

Her honor and truth to maintain,”—

To Sauerwein: Air, “My Maryland.” By a Member of the Baltimore Corn Exchange. Baltimore, June, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)

“The Union men have left the flour

Sauerwein! Poor ‘Sour Wine’”—

To the Baltimore Poet—Thomas H. M-rr-s: Author of “How They Act in Baltimore.” By Mephistopheles K. G. S. Baltimore, June 10, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)

“So Tom has turned a poet, what a dear

Dull, stupid trait’rous ass’”—

To the Beloved Memory of Major General Tom Green: By Captain Edwin Hobby. Galveston, May 28, 1864. (Alsb.)

“In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers,

Is heard the funereal tread,”—

To the Confederate Dead: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. Johnson’s Island, June, 1863. (Sunny.)

“Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory,

In your narrow soldier graves,”—

To the Confederate Flag Over Our State House: Air, “Oh, saw ye the lass?” By Kentucky. September 6, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Float proudly o’er Frankfort, thou flag of my heart!

The dread of oppressors and hirelings thou art,”—

To the Congress of the C. S. A.: With the design of a Flag. [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Dishonor not our great and ancient flag,

That banner which, through fields of blood,”—

To the Davis Guards: By Lt. W. P. Cunningham. (Alsb.)

“Soldiers! raise your banner proudly,

Let it pierce our Texan sky”—

To the Front: By James Barron Hope. (Bohemian.)

“Hark! now I hear the distant fire,

Our pickets on the line return”—

To the Governor of Ohio: Dedicated to Lieut. T. Bullitt, 2d Reg., Ky. Cavalry. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Put them in a convict’s cell!

That’s the worst that you can do!”—

To the Ladies of Baltimore: By Mrs. Bettie C. Locke. Shenandoah Valley, May, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“For those so fair and kind and true, who felt for others grief,

We of the South would now entwine fame’s bright undying wreath!”—

To the Ladies of Virginia: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.)

“Mothers, wives and maidens fair!

Mournful, with disheveled hair,”—

To the Maryland Sons of Revolutionary Sires! Dedicated to Miss M. H. Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B., 77.)

“Ye sons of Sires, of manly deeds, who died for love of right,

Again the despot spoils your lands and justice bids you fight”—

To the Memory of Col. Thos. S. Lubbock: Dedicated to Gov. E. F. R. Lubbock. By Col. Alfred M. Hobby. (Alsb.)

“Drape in gloom our Southern Ensign! Gently fold its crimson bars,

While cypress wreaths around it twine, and dim with tears its burning

stars”—

To the Memory of General Thomas S. Jackson: By K., White’s Battalion, May 17, 1863. (Private Mss.)

“Give me the death of those

Who for their country die”—

To the Memory of Jackson of Alexandria, Virginia: Air, “Scots wha’ hae wi Wallace bled.” By Andrew Devilbiss. (Wash’n 91.)

“Here’s to Jackson brave and true,

Whom the base invaders slew,”—

To the Parents of the Youthful Patriot, Melzar G. Fiske, who fell mortally wounded at the battle of Malvern Hill, near Richmond, July 1, 1862. By their friend and Pastor, Rev. I. W. K. Handy, D. D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, March, ’63.)

“Father! Mother! dry your tears;

Cease your noble boy to mourn,”—

To The Rappahannock: By James D. Blackwell. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Flow on, thou bright river, flow on to the deep,

And soothe with thy murmurs the dead in their sleep”—

To The Sons of the Sunny South: Written by a lad only twelve or thirteen years old. March 20, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’62.)

“O that I were a man, that I could grasp the sword,

By love of country and high hopes of victory lured,”—

To the Southern Cross: By Henry C. Alexander. (S. L. M., August, ’63.)

“Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze,

Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main,”—

To the Victor Belong the Spoils: Suggested by the edifying spectacle of an officer exhibiting publicly on the cars, to his delighted wife, a carpet-sack filled with silver plate robbed from Southern homes, and marked with the owner’s names. By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)

“Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love!

To rest and recruit from my wounds.”—

The Tree, The Serpent and The Star: By A. P. Gray, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“From the silver sands of a gleaming shore,

Where the wild sea-waves were breaking”—

The Trees of the South: By Rev. A. J. Ryan. (Amaranth):

“Old trees, old trees, in your mystic gloom,

There is many a warrior laid,”—

Tribute to the Ladies of New Orleans: By F. B. Dalton, Georgia, March 25, 1864. (W. F.)

“There was a city fabulously grand;

The riches of the world were in her hand,”—

The Triple-Barred Banner: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“Oh, Triple-Barred Banner! the badge of the free!

What coward would falter in duty to thee”—

The Trooper to His Steed: By Susan Archer Talley of Virginia. (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Away! my steed in thy joyous pride,

With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stride!”—

True-Heart Southrons: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the Border.” (R. R.)

“For trumpet and drum, have the soft voice of maiden;

For the trumpet of armed men, have the maze of the dance;”—

True Irish Valor: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. Sabine Pass, Texas, September 8, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s hearts

That is tuned alike, the one”—

True Southern Hearts: By E. S., Baltimore County, August 19. (R. B. B., 113.)

“It is evening of a sultry day,

And my darlings two, on the steps at play”—

True to His Name: (R. R., from the New Orleans True Delta.)

“In ancient days, Jehovah said,

In voice both sweet and calm,”—

True to the Gray: By Pearl Rivers. A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

“I cannot listen to your words,

The land is long and wide”—

True to the Last: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (E. V. M.)

“The bugles blow the battle call,

And through the camp each stalwart band,”—

A Truth Spoken in Jest: Inscribed to Private ——, 2d Ky. Cav., who was wounded in a fight at Paris, Kentucky. Air, “Old Rosin the bow.” By Kentucky, July 31. (S. O. S.)

“The tune was, I said, ‘I won’t marry,’

But oh! how could I then have e’er thought”—

The Turtle: (E. V. M.)

“Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!

And all the world agog!”—

The Twelfth Star: Kentucky seceded in convention assembled at Mayfield. By Kentucky, October, 1861. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky’s the twelfth Star. Now she is great,

Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;”—

A Twilight Prayer: Written in the dark, Whitsunday morning, after Beast Butler’s infamously famous order had been promulgated in New Orleans. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God of Battles, hear and save us,

From the foes who would enslave us!”—

The Two Armies: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Two armies stand enrolled beneath,

The banner with the starry wreath”—

Two Years Ago: By a drafted Wide-Awake. (R. B. B., 113.)

“I was a glorious Wide-Awake,

All marching in a row;”—

The Tyrant’s Cap: (R. B. B., 71.)

“The galling chain has fettered now,

Our free and noble state:”—

Uncle Abe, or a Hit at the Times: Air, “Villikins and His Dinah.” 1861. (R. B. B., 71.)

“In the town of Chicago as you know very well,

Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dwell”—

Uncle Jerry: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (Bohemian.)

“Why Jerry, what means all this sadness and fear?

Here’s your bitter man! why do you cry?”—

Uncle Sam: Air, “Nelly Bly.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam! De way you take is wrong;

You’ll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long”—

Uncle Snow: (R. B. B., 113.)

“Oh, my name is Uncle Snow, and I’d have you all to know,

I’m an artist wid de brush by profession;”—

The Unforgotten: By W. Winston Fontaine, Virginia. (Amaranth from the Richmond Inquirer.)

“When golden lines of evening light

Along the tops of mountains rest;”—

Uniform of Gray: By Evan Elbert. (S. B. P.)

“The Briton boasts his coat of red,

With lace and spangles decked”—

The United States Eagle: By Kentucky, April 29. (S. O. S.)

“Straws show the way the wind blows,

And I’ve often thought an emblem grows:”—

The Unknown Confederate Soldier: (C. C.)

“In a little lonely hillock

Where the South wind softly sighs”—

The Unknown Dead: To Maj. David Bridgford, C. S. A., as sung by Miss Ella Wren: Written and composed by John H. Hewitt. Savannah, Ga. John C. Schreiner & Son. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest’s wild howling,

Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep”—

The Unknown Dead: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The rain is splashing on my sill,

But all the winds of Heaven are still,”—

An Unknown Hero: By Wm. Gordon McCabe, Camp near Richmond, 1862. (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Sweet Malvern Hill is wreathed in flame,

From serried ranks the steel is gleaming”—

The Unreturning: (S. S.)

“The swallow leaves the ancient eaves,

As in the days agone;”—

Uprise, Ye Braves! By G. H. M., of the Washington Artillery. S. L. M., November and December, 1863. (Bohemian, from the Richmond Despatch.)

“Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth!

Uplift your flag on high,”—

Up! Up! Let the Stars of our Banner: Respectfully Dedicated to the Soldiers of the South: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)

“Up, up, let the stars of our banner,

Flash out like the brilliants above,”—

Up With the Flag: Composed and respectfully dedicated to the 4th N. C. Troops. By Dr. Wm. B. Harrell. Arranged for pianoforte by Mrs. Harrell. Richmond, Virginia. George Dunn and Co. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Oh come boys, come with a merry heart and will; up with the flag,

up with the flag

And bear it onward to victory still, up with the flag and away”—

Valentine: By F. B. Macon, February 14, 1865. (W. F.)

“Love dwells within your sunny smiles,

And heaven in your heart”—

The Valiant Conscript: (Lee.)

“How are you, boys, I’m just from camp,

And feel as brave as Caesar;”—

The Valley of the Shenandoah: By a soldier of the Army of Northern Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“The peace of the valley is fled,

The calm of its once happy bowers”—

Vanguard of our Liberty. Air, “Boy’s Wife.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The Yanks were sure that we were theirs,

Submissive prey of the Northern bears,”—

The Vanquished Patriot’s Prayer: (E. V. M.)

“Ruler of nations! bow thy ear,

I cannot understand”—

Vengeance Is Mine: Saith the Lord, “I will repay.” By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“It is not always dark!

When night’s black shades are round us chill”—

The Very Latest From Butler: (R. B. B., 11½.)

“Some generals love the battle’s roar,

And laurels red and gory;”—

Vicksburg—A Ballad: By Paul H. Hayne, Columbia, South Carolina, August 6, 1862. (W. G. S.)

“For sixty days and upwards

A storm of shell and shot”—

Victory: Written on hearing of the victory of Gen. Morgan at Hartsville, Tenn. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve!

I, who for tyrants never swerve”—

The Victory of Truth: A Story of the Olden Time. By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide,

And thousands packed the court”—

Vidi Ami Plorare: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“Methinks I see him even now,—

His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”—

Violets in Lent: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Light is breaking from the clouds,

Wintry snow no more enshroud”—

Virginia: (R. B. B., 113.)

“Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free,

The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty”—

Virginia: By Catherine M. Warfield. (W. G. S.)

“Glorious Virginia! Freedom sprang,

Light to her feet at thy trumpets’ clang:”—

Virginia: A Sonnet: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Grandly thou fillest the world’s eye today,

My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown”—

Virginia: By a Virginia Woman. (W. L.)

“The mother of States! In song and in story,

Virginia’s the proudest name ever enrolled”—

Virginia: A Battle Song. Dedicated to the Virginia Volunteers. By Mrs. C. J. M. Jordan. (Bohemian.)

“The cloud is dark,—the storm is nigh,

The foeman’s step advances,”—

Virginia and Her Defenders: Air, “Carolina, Carolina.” (Cav.)

“Virginia, Virginia! your children of glory,

Are wedded forever to historic story”—

The Virginia and The Blockaders: By W. S. Forrest. (S. L. M., June ’63.)

“The sun looked forth in glory;

A day of joy it seemed;”—

Virginia Capta: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston, April 9, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“Unconquered captive, close thine eye,

And draw the ashen sackcloth o’er,”—

Virginia Desolate: By Col. W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia. (Sunny.)

“O Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land,

Of the warlike Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band”—

Virginia, 1861: (W. L.)

“Land of my birth! my love, my pride, all honor to thy name,

Thy children have no cause to blush, though jealous of thy fame!”—

Virginia Fuit: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

“Consummatum—the work of destruction is done,

The race of the first of the States has been run”—

Virginia in 1863: A Dialogue: (C. C.)

“Child—‘See that blue line, Mother,

Coming ’round the hill’”—

The Virginia Ladies: A tribute to Miss Mary Batte, Assistant Linen Matron, Poplar Lawn Hospital, Georgia, A. D. 1863. (C. C.)

“Go thou and search the archives,

Of all recorded time”—

Virginia—Late But Sure: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, May ’61.)

“The foe has hemmed us round, we stand at bay,

Here will we perish or be free today!”—

Virginia to the Rescue: By Virginia. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“‘Virginia to the rescue!’ ’tis her children’s battle cry,

Whose name is it they join with hers, and what echoes fill the sky?”—

Virginian Marseillaise: With French and English Versions. Arranged for pianoforte by F. W. Rosier. (R. B. M.)

“Virginia hears the dreadful summons,

Sounding hoarsely from afar”—

The Virginians of the Shenandoah Valley: “Sic Jurat.” By Frank O. Ticknor, M.D. Torch Hall, Georgia. (W. G. S.)

“The knightliest of the knightly race,

Who, since the days of old,”—

Virginia’s Dead: (E. V. M.)

“Proud Mother of a race that reared—

The brave and good of ours,”—

Virginia’s Jewels: By Miss Rebecca Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“‘These are my jewels,’ said a Roman dame,

Long years ago.—Virginia says the same,”—

The Virginia’s Knocking Around: By M., Baltimore, March 30, 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)

“’Twas on a windy night in March,

In a chamber lone at Washington”—

Virginia’s Message to the Southern States: (R. R.)

“You dared not think I’d never come,

You could not doubt your Mother;”—

Virginia’s Rallying Call: By Louise Elemjay. (Bohemian.)

“Come, to my side, my gallant children come,

Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:”—

Virginia’s Tribute to Her Daughters: By Cora. January, 1863. (S. L. M., March, ’63.)

“Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise,

Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise,”—

A Voice from the Old Maryland Line: Air, “Maryland, My Maryland.” By N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgley.) Baltimore, October 27, 1861. (R. B. B., 70.)

“The Old Line’s foot is on thy shore, Maryland,

Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland”—

A Voice from the South: Inscribed to Queen Victoria. By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, January, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“From our ancient moss-veiled forests,

Jasmine bowers, savannahs green”—

The Voice of the South: By Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,

And fits but ill to be held by the slave;”—

Voices of the Winds: By Major S. Yates Levy, of Georgia. (Sunny.)

“Folded in the thoughtful mantle,

Night around the wretched binds;”—

The Volunteer: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (C. S. B.)

“The hour was sad, I left the maid,

A lingering farewell taking”—

The Volunteer, or, It is My Country’s Call: By Harry McCarthy. (C. S. B.)

“I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart,

It is my country’s call, dear, to aid her I depart”—

Volunteer Mess Song: John Hopkins, Printer, New Levee St., 4th D. (Wash’n, 216.)

“Here’s to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave,

With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!”—

Volunteer Song: Written for the Ladies’ Military Fair held at New Orleans, 1861. Published in the New Orleans Picayune, April 28, 1861, and sung by the regiments departing for Virginia. (Phot. Hist.)

“Go soldiers, arm you for the fight,

God shield the cause of Justice, Right:”—

Volunteered: (S. S.)

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,

And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May”—

The Volunteer’s Return: By Lieut. Howard C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“’Tis just three years this morning,

Since last I viewed this spot;”—

The Volunteers to the “Melish:” By William C. Estres. (R. R.)

“Come forth, ye gallant heroes,

Rub up each rusty gun,”—

Wait For the Wagon: New Song Revised by Dr. Hopkins. (Hopkins.)

“South Carolina, a fiery little thing,

Said she wouldn’t stay in a government

Where Cotton wasn’t King;”—

Wait till the War, Love, is Over: Words by A. J. Andrews, Music by C. W. Burton. Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“’Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright,

The bird’s sweet song was lovely”—

Waiting: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)

“All day long beside the window,

Gazing through the mist and rain,”—

Waiting For a Battle: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“As one oppressed who feels the coming of

A storm, insensible to splendor of”—

The War, by Walt Whitman: (By John R. Thompson): (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, 1862.)

“I sing of war—

Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the

shoulder”—

The War Chief Magruder: Air, “Hail to the Chief.” By Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)

“Hail to the Chief! who in triumph has scatter’d

The clouds that o’er Texas so gloomily press’d”—

The War-Christian’s Thanksgiving: Respectfully dedicated to the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and Deacons. Jeremiah xxxxviii, 10. By S. Teackle Wallis, Fort Warren, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“O God of battles! once again,

With banner, trump and drum,”—

War-Shirkers: By Teke, of Travis County. (Alsb.)

“A brood of skulkers are ye all!

As deaf as adders to the call”—

War Song: (R. R.)

“Come! come! come!

Come, brothers, you are called,”—

War Song: (Randolph.)

“Now is the hour, men of the South,

To strike for life or death”—

War Song: Air, “March, March, Eltrick and Teviotdale.” (R. R. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“March, march, on brave ‘Palmetto’ boys”—

War Song: Tune, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By J. H. Woodcock. (R. R.)

“Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle cry,

And whip the Yankees from our land,”—

War Song (Manassas Hymn): Air, “Liberty Duet” in “Il Puritani.” (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

“Awake! arise my warriors!

Liberty, your mother calls to you!”—

A War Song for Virginia: (R. R.)

“Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion!

From your serried ranks of war!”—

War Song of The Partisan Ranger: Dedicated to Captain John H. Morgan. Air, “McGregor’s Gathering.” By Benjamin F. Porter. (J. M. S. from the Greenville, Alabama, Observer):

“The forests are green by the homes of the South

But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;”—

The War Storm: By C. J. H. (R. R.)

“Often, by a treacherous sea-side,

I have heard the ocean’s roar,”—

War-Waves: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“What are the war-waves saying,

As they compass us around?”—

The Warrior’s Steed: By Mrs. V. E. W. (McCord) Vernon, Richmond, March 22, 1862. (C. C.)

“A day of wrath, was that which shone,

Upon Manassas’ plain”—

The Waste of War: (E. V. M.)

“Give me the gold that war had cost,

Before this peace-expanding day”—

Wearing of the Grey: By O. K. P. (Wash’n. 218.)

“Our cannon’s mouths are dumb—no more

Our volleyed muskets peal,”—

Wearing of the Grey: By a Mississippian. (E. V. M.)

“Oh, have you heard the cruel news?

Alas! it is too true;”—

Wearin’ of the Gray: By Tar Heel. (Fag.)

“Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread,

That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;”—

We Come! We Come! Dedicated to the Crescent Regiment, of New Orleans, Col. M. J. Smith. By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“We come! we come, for Death or life,

For the Grave, or Victory!”—

We Conquer or Die: Composed by James Pierpont. (J. M. S.)

“The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight,

The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light,”—

Weep, Weep: By Refugee, May, 1865. (E. V. M.)

“Weep! for a fallen land,

For an unstained flag laid low;”—

We Know That We Were Rebels, or Why Can We Not Be Brothers: By Clarence Prentice. (Alsb.)

“Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er,

We’ve laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;”—

Welcome “Jeff” to Baltimore: Air, “Annie of the Vale.” (R. B. B., 71.)

“In charms now we slumber, and insults in number

We hear from our insolent foes;”—

A Welcome to the Invader: “An Ode,” addressed to the picked men of Col. Wilson’s New York command. (R. R. from the Charleston Courier.)

“What! have ye come to spoil our fields,

Black hearts and bloody hands!”—

We Left Him on the Field: By Miss Marie E. Jones, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“We left him on the crimson’d field,

Where battle storms had swept,”—

We’ll Be Free in Maryland: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” By Robert E. Holtz, January 30, 1862. (R. R.)

“The boys down South in Dixie’s land,

Will come and rescue Maryland”—

Western Dixie: By Mrs. Virginia Smith. (Im.)

“Come along, boys, we’ll go off to the wars,

Never mind the times, we’ll all march cheerily,”—

We Swear: (C. S. B. from the Louisville Courier.)

“Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear,

On your bleeding country’s altar,”—

What are Trumps? By James B. Randall. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, December, ’61.)

“Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight,

Beyond their leprosy of light,”—

What! Have Ye Thought? (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)

“What! have ye thought to pluck

Victory from chance and luck”—

What The Bugles Say: Inscribed to Captain Ben. Lane Posey. By A. B. Meek. (Bohemian.)

“Hark! the bugles on the hill!

Tarala! Tarala!”—

What the South Winds Say: (R. R. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“Faint as the echo of an echo born,

A bugle note swells on the air,”—

What the Village Bell Said: By John C. M’Lemore of South Carolina (mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines). (W. G. S.)

“For many a year in the village church,

Above the world have I made my home;”—

What Tho’ These Limbs: Written by Col. Benjamin Anderson of Louisville, Kentucky, on the prison wall in Cincinnati, shortly before committing suicide. (W. L.)

“What tho’ these limbs be bound with iron cords.

Still am I free!”—

What Time is This for Dreaming? By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“What time is this for dreaming,

When hearts are breaking round?”—

When Peace Returns: By Olivia Tully Thomas. (W. G. S., Published in the Granada Picket.)

“When ‘war has smoothed his wrinkled front,’

And meek-eyed peace returning,”—

When Pleasure’s Flowery Paths: By a prisoner in solitary confinement, May 28th, 1865. (W. L.)

“When pleasure’s flowery paths I trod,

My eyes were bent on earth alone,”—

When That Cruel War Began: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)

“The tocsin of war it sounded its knell

O’er the length and breadth of our sunny land”—

When the Boys Come Home: (Fag.)

“The boys are coming home again,

This war will soon be o’er,”—

When the War is Over: A Christmas Lay: By Margaret J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Ah, the happy Christmas times,

Times we all remember,”—

When This Cruel War is Over: Ballad. Words by Charles C. Sawyer, Richmond, Va. Music by Henry Tucker. George Dunn and Co. (R. B. M.)

“Dearest one, do you remember,

When we last did meet?”—

When Will the War be Over? (Alsb.)

“When will the war be over? asked a veteran whose sun-brown’d face

Implied in the ranks of the gallant he’d early sought a place,”—

Where Are You Going, Abe Lincoln? Air, “Lord Lovell.” (Alsb.)

“Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate,

Combing his milk-white steed,”—

Where is the Rebel Fatherland: By Mrs. M. J. P. [Mrs. Margaret J. Preston]. (C. C.)

“Where is the Rebel Fatherland—

Is it Maryland, dear Maryland”—

Where My Heart Is: Air, “My Heart’s in the Highlands.” By Kentucky: (S. O. S.)

“My heart’s with our brave men, my heart is not here,

For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;”—

Who Will Care for Mother, Now? (Alsb.)

“Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath!

All around to me seems darkness—tell me, comrades, is this death?”—

Why Should the South Rejoice: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.)

“Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid?

For maiden at the altar slain—victim of fiendish raid?”—

The Wide-Awakes: (R. B. B., 116)

“O, what is all this noise about,

This midnight confusion?”—

Will No One Write to Me? By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”) Johnson’s Island, January 1, 1864. (Sunny.)

“The list is called, and one by one

The anxious crowd now melts away,”—

William Price: Member of the Maryland “State” Senate and author of the infamous Treason Bill. Air, “John Todd.” (R. B. B., 94.)

“Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price”—

William Courtland Price: By Julia Pleasants Creswell. (S. L. M., November and December, 1862.)

“He came with youth and hope and swelling heart;

And freely cast them in the unequal scale;”—

Will You Go! By Estelle. (R. R.)

“Will you go? will you go?

Where the foeman’s steel is bright”—

A Wind from the South: Written for the Fair Journal, Southern Relief Fair of Baltimore, April 2, 1866. By C. C. (E. V. M.)

“—I sing of the South,

Not as she was in her pride of yore,”—

Woman’s Love: By Lieut. H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“Wildly raging were the billows,

Wildly heaving was the sea,”—

Woman’s Prayer: Dedicated to Colonel Lane’s Regiment, Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“O Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress’d?

Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?”—

The Word: October, 1861. (R. N. S., from the Louisville Journal.)

“Arm!

Arm without any words!”—

A Word with the West: By John R. Thompson. Richmond, December 1, 1862. (S. S., appearing originally in the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Once more to the breach for the land of the West,

And a leader we give of our bravest and best,”—

The Work of an Ironclad: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Come, my fair one, sit thee down,

And sing for me thy sweetest song”—

Worthier: —— was shot in trying to escape from Rock Island. By Kentucky (S. O. S.)

“My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try,

From prison to escape”—

Would’st Thou Have Me Love Thee: By Alexander B. Meek. (W. G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title of War Song.)

“Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest,

With a woman’s proudest heart,”—

Woven Fancies: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, 1862. (Amaranth.)

“I sit before my loom, today,

And with untiring fingers ply,”—

The Wreck of the Florida’s Boat: 16th July, 1864. (In memory of M’d’m Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. (E. V. M.)

“Oh! many a youth has fallen,

Out on the battle plain;”—

Written Before the Secession of Virginia: By Mrs. Rebecca Tabb, of Gloucester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Weep! yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears,

Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears?”—

The Yankee Devil: Cave Spring, Georgia, April 11, 1863. (R. R.)

“Hurrah! Hurrah! good news and true,

Our woes will soon be past;”—

Yankee Doodle: (“An absurd thing, which came to us all the way from Canada, where we have plenty of friends.”) (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, ’62.)

“Yankee Doodle ran away,

Dixie he ran after”—

Yankee Doodle’s Ride to Richmond: By Rev. E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Georgia. (Bohemian.)

“I sing of Yankee Doodle’s ride to famous Richmond town,

A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown,”—

Yankee Joke in Texas: By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“Messrs. Yankees came one day,

To stroll upon our beach;”—

[Yankee Money]: Air, “Little More Cider, Cider Do.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)

“Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done,

And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home”—

The Yankee President: By Dr. Gilbert, of Houston, January 13, 1863. (Alsb.)

“I’ll sing you a new-made song, made by a modern pate,

Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State,”—

Yankee Vandals: Air, “Gay and Happy.” (R. B. B., 117.)

“The Northern Abolition vandals

Who have come to free the slave”—

Ye Batteries of Beauregard: By J. C. Barrick of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

“Ye batteries of Beauregard!

Pour your hail from Moultries Wall”—

Ye Cavaliers of Dixie: By Benjamin F. Porter of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Ye Cavaliers of Dixie

That guard our Southern shores”—

Ye Flight of Ye Rayl Splitter: A Ballad: (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Crescent.)

“Of all ye flyghts that ever were flown

By several persons, or one alone”—

Ye Gallant Sons of Carolina: (Randolph.)

“Ye gallant sons of Carolina,

Listen to your country’s call,”—

Ye Men of Alabama: Air, “Ye Mariners of England.” By John D. Phelan of Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Montgomery Advertiser of October, 1860.)

“Ye men of Alabama,

Awake, arise, awake!”—

Ye Shall Be Free: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ye shall be free,

For with our guns we will stand o’er you,”—

Yes, Build Your Walls: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Yes, build your walls of stone or sand,

But know when all is builded—then”—

Yes, Call us Rebels! ’Tis the Name: By Albert Pike of Arkansas. (E. V. M., from the New Orleans Picayune, May, 1861.)

“Yes, call us rebels! ’tis the name

Our patriot fathers bore,”—

You Are Going to the Wars, Willie Boy: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.)

“You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy,

You are going to the wars far away”—

You’ll Tell Her, Won’t You? (E. V. M.)

“You’ll tell her, won’t you? Say to her I died

As a brave soldier should—true to the last;”—

Young Dodger Vs. Old Croaker: Dialogue. (Alsb.)

“These croakers all I really hate, and love to hate them, too,

Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;”—

A Young Girl’s Foreboding: By Kentucky, August 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! it is very hard

To think my home may go”—

Young Recruit: (Randolph.)

“See! there’s ribbons gaily streaming.

I’m a soldier now, Lizette:”—

Young Volunteer: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.)

“Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright,

As the sun wades up the sky;”—

Your Mission: (S. S., from the Charleston Courier.)

“Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,

Turn the key on your jewels today”—

Zollicoffer: Killed in the Battle of Somerset, Kentucky, January 19, 1862. By H. L. Flash. S. L. M., Ed., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“First in the fight, and first in arms,

Of the white-winged angels of glory,”—