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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.