INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

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A farmer came to camp, one day, with milk and eggs to sell[319]
A flash from the edge of a hostile trench[350]
Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue[77]
Alas! the rolling hours pass slow[133]
A life on the Vicksburg bluff[126]
All quiet along the Potomac to-night[62]
A nation has sprung into life[12]
Arise! Arise! with main and might[51]
Arise! Ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save[175]
As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day[318]
A soldier boy from Texas lay gasping on the field[266]
At Bull Run, when the sun was low[38]
A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone[194]
Away down South in de fields of cotton[36]
Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name[69]
Bravely ye’ve fought, my gallant, gallant men[241]
By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash[273]
By the cross upon our banner—glory of our Southern sky[142]
Can’st tell who lose the battle oft in the council field[130]
Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle[244]
Childhood’s days have long since faded[306]
Come, all ye sons of freedom[252]
Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come, quit your flocks and farms[174]
Come, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell[326]
Come, brothers! rally for the right[40]
Come! come! come[61]
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails[200]
Countrymen of Washington[35]
Darkies, has you seed my massa[216]
Dear mother, I remember well[349]
Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me[129]
Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning[228]
Ever constant, ever true[221]
Fair ladies and maids of all ages[322]
Fearlessly the seas we roam[227]
Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won[131]
Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free[198]
Fold away all your bright tinted dresses[116]
Fold it up carefully, lay it aside[358]
Forth from its scabbard pure and bright[367]
For sixty days and upward a storm of shell and shot[343]
For trumpet and drum, leave the soft voice of maiden[317]
From Houston City and Brazos bottom[143]
Furl that banner, for ’tis weary[373]
Gallant nation, foiled by numbers[375]
God bless our Southern land[188]
God save the South[1]
Halt! the march is over[59]
Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains[160]
Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades[324]
Hark! ’tis the shrill trumpet calling[289]
Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band[149]
Have you counted up the cost[240]
Hear the summons, sons of Texas[178]
Hear ye not the sound of battle[166]
He fell and they cried, bring us home our dead![212]
Ho, gallants, brim the beaker bowl[281]
Hurrah! for the Southern confederate State[39]
Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of song and story[114]
Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle-cry[122]
I am dreaming of thee[297]
I cannot listen to your words, the land is long and wide[363]
I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun[66]
If ever I consent to be married[99]
I leave my home, and thee, dear, with sorrow at my heart[347]
I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime[78]
I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made[104]
I’m gwine back to de land of cotton[145]
I’m ’nation tired of being hired[218]
In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers[203]
I remember the hour when sadly we parted[291]
“Is there any news of the war?” she said[86]
It vos in Ni Orleans City[10]
It was on a New Year’s morn so soon[180]
I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright[285]
I wish I was in de land o’ cotton[7]
I wish I was in de land ob cotton[153]
Just listen awhile, and give ear to my song[196]
King Abraham is very sick[27]
Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear[29]
Knitting for the soldiers[52]
Lady, I go to fight for thee[150]
Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing[210]
Land of the South! the fairest land[115]
Let me whisper in your ear, sir[301]
Like the roar of the wintry surges on a wild tempestuous strand[163]
Little do rich people know[340]
Lo! the Southland queen emerging[353]
Lo! when Mississippi rolls[214]
Maiden, pray for thy lover now[284]
March, march on, brave “Palmetto” boys[90]
’Mid her ruins proudly stands[124]
Missouri is the pride of the Nation[60]
Missouri! Missouri! bright land of the West[308]
Mother! is the battle over? thousands have been killed, they say[236]
My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee[339]
My heart is in Mississippi[211]
My love reposes on a rosewood frame[42]
Now let the thrilling anthem rise[247]
Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all[26]
O band in the pinewood cease![255]
“Och, its nate to be captain or colonel”[250]
Of all the mighty nations in the East or in the West[103]
Off with gray suits, boys![369]
Oh, dear its shameful, I declare[230]
Oh! Dixie, the land of King Cotton[68]
Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys[338]
Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing[65]
Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye[300]
Oh! here I am in the land of cotton[245]
Oh! here’s to South Carolina! drink it down[279]
Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread[356]
Oh! mother of States and of men[331]
Oh no! no! he’ll not need them again[309]
Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storms[6]
Oh! the tocsin of war still resounds o’er the land[88]
Oh! yes, I am a Southern girl[81]
O, Johnny Bull, my Jo, John! I wonder what you mean[109]
O, I’m a good old rebel[360]
O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall[182]
Old Eve she did the apple eat[258]
On a bright May morn in ’Sixty-three[345]
“Only a soldier!” I heard them say[333]
On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay[336]
O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom[226]
O, the South is the queen of all nations[93]
Our cannons’ mouths are dumb. No more our volleyed muskets peal[366]
Our country, our country, oh, where may we find[152]
Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright[73]
Out of the focal and foremost fire[329]
Over the river there are fierce stern meetings[249]
Over vale and over mountain[170]
Pillow his head on his flashing sword[311]
Raise the Southern flag on high![189]
Raise the thrilling cry, to arms![141]
Rally round our country’s flag![94]
Rebel is a sacred name[71]
Representing nothing on God’s earth now[370]
Rise, rise, mountain and valley men[55]
Sabine Pass! in letters of gold[320]
Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag[108]
Sitting by the roadside on a Summer day[74]
Softly comes the twilight stealing gently through my prison bars[346]
Softly in dreams of repose[352]
Soldiers! raise your banner proudly[120]
Sons of freedom, on to glory[199]
Sons of the South arise[264]
Sons of the South, arouse to battle[100]
Sons of the South awake to glory[4]
Sons of the South, beware the foe[46]
Sons of the South! from hill and dale[19]
Southern men, unsheathe the sword[24]
Southrons, hear your country call you[238]
States of the South! confederate land[48]
Stitch, stitch, stitch[222]
The boys are coming home again[335]
The boys down South in Dixie’s Land[49]
The despot’s heel is on thy shore[276]
The foe! the foe! They come! they come![57]
The hour was sad I left the maid[85]
The morning star is paling, the camp-fires flicker low[287]
The muffled drum is beating[328]
The night-cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain[290]
The Northern abolition vandals[314]
The sentinel treads his martial round[134]
The shades of night were falling fast[22]
The snow is in the cloud, and night is gathering o’er us[282]
The South for me! The sunny clime[123]
The sun sinking o’er the battle plain[187]
The tyrant’s broad pennant is floating[102]
The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight[263]
The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede[191]
There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son[224]
There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom’s throne[159]
Though we’re a band of prisoners[341]
Thou hast gone forth, my darling one[256]
Three cheers for the Southern flag[91]
’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound, breaks on the stillness of the air[303]
’Tis old Stonewall, the rebel, that leans on his sword[315]
To arms! oh! men in all our Southern clime[76]
’Twas a terrible moment[95]
’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three[168]
’Twas midnight when we built our fires[207]
’Twas on that dark and fearful morn[185]
Unclaimed by the land that bore us[317]
Unmoved in the battle[251]
Upon Manassas’ bloody plain a soldier boy lay dying[106]
Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us[83]
Wake! dearest, wake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen[172]
We all went down to New Orleans[112]
We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil[31]
Weep, Louisiana, weep! thy gallant dead[37]
We have ridden from the brave southwest[56]
We leave our pleasant homesteads[80]
We left him on the crimson’d field[234]
Well, we can whip them now I guess[232]
We’re the boys so gay and happy[177]
We’re the Navasota volunteers, our county is named Grimes[294]
What shall the Southron’s watchword be[272]
When clouds of oppression o’ershaded[30]
When history tells her story[242]
While crimson drops our hearth-stones stain[41]
Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose[14]
Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er[364]
Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest[20]
Would you like to hear my song, I’m afraid it’s rather long[268]
Yankee Doodle had a mind[15]
Ye men of Alabama[17]
Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling[45]
Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming[237]
Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand[110]
You are going to leave me, darling[28]
You are going to the wars, Willie boy, Willie boy[275]
You can never win us back[8]
You know the Federal General Banks[164]
Young as the youngest who donned the gray[260]
Young Florida sends forth her clan—the old Dominion’s brave[155]
Young stranger, what land claims thy birth[292]
You shudder as you think upon th’ carnage of the grim report[137]

Footnotes:

[1] This was the first song published in the South during the war.

[2] The Rebel ram.

[3] A writer, describing the siege of Vicksburg, gives the following:

“The meal issued to the army was very coarse, and there were no sieves, and the beef, as a general thing, was hardly fit to feed to a dog. Some herds of Texas steers were corraled near the town, lean, gaunt, long-horned, repulsive looking creatures, and every morning the weakest of the herd were slaughtered for the day’s rations. In the Twentieth Alabama, each day a company of men could be seen having in their hands long ox-horns, upon which they occasionally blew a mournful blast, as with solemn steps and slow, they bore to a suitable burial place the beef issued to them for that day. Arrived at the spot a hole was dug, the meat was dumped into it, a mound was heaped over it, a funeral oration was said, the ox-horns once more sounded the dolorous requiem, and then the mourners returned to camp, their heads bowed down with grief and sorrow. Upon inquiring what this woeful pageant meant, I was informed that the men were simply engaged in “the burial of Old Logan.”

[4] Colonel J. J. Archer.

[5] This thrilling song was circulated sub rosa in New Orleans, and at times almost openly. Its bold and defiant tone shows it to have been written by one who must have suffered greatly at the hands of Butler.

[6] The Cotton Supply Association, of Manchester, England.

[7] A touching incident occurred in Montgomery at the beginning of the war. A soldier met a lovely and refined lady in the street, and feeling that in such times we are all sisters and brothers, and wishing to do homage to such beauty, he touched his hat and said: “Lady, I’m going to fight for you.” “Sir,” she instantly replied, “I am going to pray for you.”

[8] Constitutional Liberty against Oppression—a “Cause” decided many times in the Old World, yet to be taught in the New.

[9] The Memphis Appeal published the following:—“On yesterday all the cotton in Memphis was burned. Probably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”

[10] Capt. Riley commanded a battery composed of Irishmen from North Carolina, and was nearly always attached to Hood’s Brigade. The “swarthy old hounds” refer to his Napoleon guns.

[11] In commemoration of Gen. J. B. Gordon’s charge against Hancock’s corps at Spotsylvania Court House, May 12, 1864.

[12] Fremont, “the path-finder.”

[13] Battle of Cedar Run.

[14] Sung by Harry McCarthy, in his “Personation Concerts,” in all the principal towns of the Confederacy.

[15] On the morning of the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, Major General Patrick Cleburne, while riding along the line, encouraging his men, saw an old friend—a captain in his command—barefooted, and feet bleeding. Alighting from his horse he told the Captain to “please” pull off his boots. Upon the Captain doing so, the General told him to try them on, which he did. Whereupon the General mounted his horse, telling the Captain he was tired of wearing boots, and could well do without them. He would hear of no remonstrance, and bidding the Captain good-by, rode away. In this condition he was killed.

[16] Brave to a fault, he was cut down in his early youth, and fell a willing sacrifice at the altar of his country. Among his last words he said, “I fell beside my gun.”

[17] The chorus is sung to the second part of the air, excepting after the fifth and sixth verses.

[18] Several weeks after the commencement of the terrific bombardment, ladies were seen coolly walking the streets, and children in many parts of the city engaged, as ever, in their playing, only stopping their sport for the moment to gaze and listen at the bursting shells.

[19] The above lines were found written upon the back of a five-hundred dollar Confederate note, subsequent to the surrender.