The Southern war poetry of the Civil War

by Esther Parker Ellinger

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;”—