American War Ballads and Lyrics: A Collection of the Songs and Ballads of the Colonial Wars, the Revolution, the War of 1812-15, the War with Mexico, and the Civil War, 2. köideGeorge Cary Eggleston G. P. Putnam's sons, 1889 |
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... held by Fate , John , Like all the world's beside ? Ole Uncle S. , sez he , " I guess Wise men fergive , " sez he , " But not ferget ; an ' some time yet Thet truth mày strike J. B. , Ez wal ez you an ' me ! " God means to make this ...
... held by Fate , John , Like all the world's beside ? Ole Uncle S. , sez he , " I guess Wise men fergive , " sez he , " But not ferget ; an ' some time yet Thet truth mày strike J. B. , Ez wal ez you an ' me ! " God means to make this ...
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... held our ground , He rode down the length of the withering column , And his heart at our war - cry leapt up with a bound . He snuffed , like his charger , the wind of the powder , - His sword waved us on , and we answered the sign ...
... held our ground , He rode down the length of the withering column , And his heart at our war - cry leapt up with a bound . He snuffed , like his charger , the wind of the powder , - His sword waved us on , and we answered the sign ...
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... at Gettysburg and stood their ground so well : " ' T was for the Union and the Flag , " the veteran shall say , Our grand old Army held the ridge , and won that glorious day ! " L AT GETTYSBURG . IKE a furnace of fire blazed 146 Gettysburg.
... at Gettysburg and stood their ground so well : " ' T was for the Union and the Flag , " the veteran shall say , Our grand old Army held the ridge , and won that glorious day ! " L AT GETTYSBURG . IKE a furnace of fire blazed 146 Gettysburg.
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... held his own in the fight next day , When all his townsfolk ran away . That was in July , sixty - three , — The very day that General Lee , Flower of Southern chivalry , Baffled and beaten , backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a ...
... held his own in the fight next day , When all his townsfolk ran away . That was in July , sixty - three , — The very day that General Lee , Flower of Southern chivalry , Baffled and beaten , backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a ...
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... held her sway , But now beneath the Frenchman's shore she lies off Cherbourg Bay . Hoist up the flag , and long may it wave Over the Union , the home of the brave . Hoist up the flag , and long may it wave , God bless America , the home ...
... held her sway , But now beneath the Frenchman's shore she lies off Cherbourg Bay . Hoist up the flag , and long may it wave Over the Union , the home of the brave . Hoist up the flag , and long may it wave , God bless America , the home ...
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Abraham Lincoln army banners BARBARA FRIETCHIE battle BATTLE OF CHARLESTON battle's bayonets blood blue brave breath broadside bugle burning cannon cheer dark dead dear death deck drum dub dub dying EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes face fall fell fight fillibustero fire flag flame fleet FORCEYTHE WILLSON fought Furl gallant Gettysburg glory God bless America grave gray guns hand hear heart heaven hell HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL heroes Hoist hundred Hurrah iron John John Burns land Lero light Lillibulero lips marching Maryland morning never night o'er old Uncle Sam poem rebel river roar roll rose round Rub a dub sabres Says old Uncle shade shell ship shore shot shout shroud silent smoke soldiers Somebody's song soul Southern stars Stonewall stood storm sullen tardy George tears thee There's thet thousand thunder traitor wave weary William Shakespeare wounded Yankee
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Page 98 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 97 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 12 - Potomac," they say. Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. "Tis nothing; a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle. Not an officer lost — only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle. All quiet along the Potomac...
Page 96 - Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 10 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 212 - Then fastened the meadow bars again. Under the willows, and over the hill, He patiently followed their sober pace ; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Only a boy ! and his father had said He never could let his youngest go ; Two already were lying dead Under the feet of the trampling foe.
Page 230 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Page 8 - ... dashing May, Maryland, My Maryland! Dear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! She meets her sisters on the plain, — "Sic semper!
Page 74 - And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause, With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye and the red nostril's play He seemed to the whole great army to say : 'I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day !' "Hurrah ! Hurrah, for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! Hurrah for horse and man!
Page 161 - We' dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before: We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more! If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky, Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry ; And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside, And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride, And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour: We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more ! If you look all up our valleys...