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It was on that dread immortal day, we dared the Briton band;

A captain raised that blade on me, I tore it from his hand;
And while the glorious battle raged, it lightened freedom's will,

For boy, the God of freedom blessed
CHORUS.—The Sword of Bunker Hill, etc.
Oh keep the Sword his accent broke, a smile and he was dead;

But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade upon that dying bed; The son remains, the Sword remains, its glory growing still,

And twenty millions bless the Sire CHORUS.-And Sword of Bunker Hill, etc.

OLD SHADY.

Yah! Yah! Yah! Come laugh wid me,

De white folks say old Shady am free, I spect de year of ju-be-lee

Am a coming, am a coming,

Hail mighty day.
CHORUS.-Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer,

Den away, den away, for I am going home.
REPEAT.-Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer,

Den away, den away, for I am going home. Oh massah got scared and so did his lady,

Dis chile breaks for old uncle Aby, Open the door for here's old Shady

A coming, a coming,

Hail mighty day. Chorus.-Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc. Good bye Mass. Jeff., good bye Mass. Stepens,

'Scuse dis niggah for takin his leavins, I spect by and by you'll see Uncle Abraham

A coming, a coming,

Hail mighty day. Chorus.—Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc. Good bye hard work wid out any pay,

I'se going up North where de white folks say, Dat white wheat bread and a dollar a day

Am a coming, am a coming,

Hail mighty day. CHORUS.—Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc.

Get up old sambo and blow de horn,

Don't you see de dust raising ober de corn, Dats Sherman's Bummers shure's I'm born

A coming, a coming,

Hail mighty day. CHORUS.-Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc. Oh! I'se got a wife and a nice little baby,

Way up North, in the Lower Canady, Won't they shout when they see old Shady

A coming, a coming,

Hail mighty day. CHORUS.-Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc. Oh! here's to General Grant, de brave and true,

He captured Vicksburg and Richmond too, He made de rebles think de very devel in blue

Was a coming, was a coming,

Hail mighty day. CHORUS.—Den away, den away, I can't stay here no longer, etc.

SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA.

Our camp fires shown bright on the mountain

That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,

And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness

That hung over mountain and tree,
And shouted “Boys," up and be ready!

For Sherman will march to the sea.
CHORUS.—Then sang we a' song of our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea;
And the stars of our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea.
Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman

Went up from each valley and glen, And the bugles re-echoed the music

That came from the lips of the men;
For we knew that the stars in our banner

More bright in their splendor would be,
And the blessings from Northland would greet us,

When Sherman marched down to the sea.
CHORUS.—Then sang we a song, etc.

Then forward, boys! forward to battle!

We marched on our wearisome way, We stormed the wild hills of Resaca

God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kenesaw frowned in its glory,

Frowned down on the flag of the free;
But the East and the West bore our standard,

And Sherman marched on to the sea!
Chorus.—Then sang we a song, etc.
Still onward we pressed, till our banners

Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls, And the blood of the patriot dampened

The soil where the traitor flag falls;
But we paused not to weep for the fallen,

Who slept by each river and tree,
Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel,

As Sherman marched down to the sea!
CHORUS.—Then sang we a song, etc.
Oh, proud was our army that morning,

That stood where the pine darkly towers,
When Sherman said, “Boys, you are weary,

But to-day fair Savannah is ours!"
Then sang we the song of our chieftain,

That echoed over river and lea,
And the stars in our banner shone brighter

When Sherman camped down by the sea!
CHORUS.—Then sang we a song, etc.

MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA.

Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song,

Sing it with a spirit that will start the world alongSing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong,

While we were marching through Georgia,
CHORUS.—"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee!

Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!”
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,

While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!

How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,

While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus.—Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee! etc.

Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,

When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,

While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee! etc. - Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!”

So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast,
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host,

While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee! etc.
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,

Sixty miles in latitude-three hundred to the main;
Treason fied before us, for resistance was in vain,

While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus.—Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee! etc.

MEMBERS

OF THE

SOCIETY OF THE ARMY OF THE TENNESSEE.

Almon, S. H., Major, Tamaroa, III.
Andrews, C. C., General, St. Cloud, Minn.
Andrus, W. D. E., Captain, Rockford, Ill.
Atkins, S. D., General, Freeport, Ill.
Audenried, J. C., Colonel, 1023 Bumont Ave., Washington, D. C.
Avery, William, Colonel, Marengo, Ill.
Ankenney, A. V., Captain, Des Moines, Iowa.
Adams, S. R., Major.

Banks, J. C., Lieutenant, Antwerp, O.
Baldwin, W. H., General, Cincinnati, O.
Barrett, S. E., Major, 230 Monroe St., Chicago, Ill.
Bailey, William N., Surgeon, Plymouth, Ind.
Barnes, J. W., Colonel, Memphis, Mo.
Barber, J., Captain, Cleveland, O.
Barnum, W. L., Colonel, 152 La Salle St., Chicago, Ill.
Bane, M. M., General, Quincy, Ill.
Barlow, W. H., Captain, Effingham, Ill.
Bacon, John M., Colonel, Washington City, D. C.
Belknap, W. W., General, Washington City, D. C.
Beath, C. S., Captain, McLean, Ill.
Bell, J. B., Major, 108 Dearborn St., Chicago, Ill.
Beem, Martin, Captain, Geneva, Ill.
Bird, H. P., Lieutenant, Menominee, Mich.
Bingham, J. D., General, Washington City, D. C.
Bixby, A. S., Captain, Green Bay, Wis.
Blizzard, A. C., Lieutenant, Milton, Iowa.
Bloomfield, I. J., General, Bloomington, Ill.
Blakeslee, E., Captain, Ironton, Wis.
Bond, J. W., Surgeon, Toledo, O.
Borland, J. J., Lieutenant, 242 S. Water St., Chicago, Ill.
Boggis, James H., Captain, Lock Haven, Penn.
Bodkin, W. W., Colonel, Post Office, Chicago, Ill.
Bostwick, N., Surgeon, Mt. Vernon, O.
Bowen, John B., Surgeon, Bridgetown, Cumberland Co., N.
Brinton, John H., Surgeon, Philadelphia, Pa.

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