“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,