So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,

Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,

And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

The Union forever, Hurrah! boys, Hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;

While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

Anything with a blade or butt
Anything that can cleave or cut.

Anything heavy, or hard, or keen!
Any sort of slaying machine!
Anything with a willing mind,

And the steady arm of a man behind.

Want a weapon? Why, capture one!
Every Doodle has got a gun,

Belt, and bayonet, bright and new;
Kill a Doodle, and capture two!

Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire!

All, call all! to the feast of fire!
Mother and maiden, and child and slave,
A common triumph or a single grave.

ROCKINGHAM, VA., REGISTER. 1861.

THE SOLDIER BOY.

GIVE my soldier boy a blade

In fair Damascus fashioned well;
Who first the glittering falchion swayed,
Who first beneath its fury fell,

I know not: but I hope to know
That for no mean or hireling trade,
To guard no feeling base or low,

I give my soldier boy a blade.

Cool, calm, and clear, the lucid flood
In which its tempering work was done;

As calm, as cool, as clear of mood

Be thou, whene'er it sees the sun;

For country's claim, at honor's call,

For outraged friend, insulted maid,

At mercy's voice to bid it fall,

I give my soldier boy a blade.

The eye which marked its peerless edge,
The hand that weighed its balanced poise,

Anvil and pincers, forge and wedge,

Are gone with all their flame and noise;

And still the gleaming sword remains.
So when in dust I low am laid,
Remember by these heartfelt strains,
I give my soldier boy a blade.

H. M. L.-LYNCHBURG, 18 May, 1861.

THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG.

E are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,

WE

Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil;

And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far:
Hurrah for the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
Hurrah! hurrah! for the bonnie Blue Flag

That bears a single star.

As long as the Union was faithful to her trust,

Like friends and like brothers, kind were we and just;

But now when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar,
We hoist on high the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand;

Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;

Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida

All raised the flag, the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Ye men of valor, gather round the banner of the right;
Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight.

Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, statesmen are;

Now rally round the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

And here's to brave Virginia! the Old Dominion State
With the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate.
Impelled by her example, now other States prepare

To hoist on high the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Then here's to our Confederacy; strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll fight, our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer;
So cheer for the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Then cheer, boys, cheer, raise the joyous shout,

For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out;

And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given,

The single star of the bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven!
Hurrah! hurrah! for the bonnie Blue Flag

That bears a single star.

HARRY MCCARTHY. First sung at the Varieties Theatre, New Orleans, 1861.

"W

"HO'VE ye got there?"-"Only a dying brother,
Hurt in the front just now."

"Good boy! he'll do. Somebody tell his mother
Where he was killed, and how."

"Whom have you there?"-"A crippled courier, Major,

Shot by mistake, we hear.

He was with Stonewall."-"Cruel work they've made here;
Quick with him to the rear!"

"Well, who comes next?"-"Doctor, speak low, speak low, sir;
Don't let the men find out!

It's STONEWALL!"—"God!"-" The brigade must not know, sir,
While there's a foe about!"

Whom have we here-shrouded in martial manner,

Crowned with a martyr's charm?

A grand dead hero, in a living banner,

Born of his heart and arm:

The heart whereon his cause hung-see how clingeth

That banner to his bier!

The arm wherewith his cause struck-hark! how ringeth
His trumpet in their rear!