.THE 
CONFEDERATE 
SONG BOOK- 
BY A CONFEDERATE VETERAN, 
Member of Camp 756, U, C V. 
Containing the Old War Songs Familiar to the Soldiers of Our Southlands 
DIXIE, THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG, MARYLAND, &c, 
WITH OTHER FAVORITE SELECTIONS. 
Also, an Appendix/ giving the Dates of the Principal Battles and other Important Events, 
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA, 1899, 
Presses Braid fr Hutton. Savannah, Go. 
 
 Copyrighted by M, C, KOLLOCK, 
1899 
PKMCS Braid fr Huttao. Sraooah, G. 
 
 To the memory of one whom we all loved 
for her many virtues and patriotic devotion 
to the soldiers of the "Lost Cause/ 
Miss WINNIE DAVIS, 
" The Daughter of the Confederacy," who entered into rest September 18, 1898. 
LIBRARIES OF 
 
 " Of Lord of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget/' 
--Rudyard Kspliag. 
 
 JHE collecting and arranging of the old songs 
 
we sang long years ago, has been a labor 
 
of love. They are ever dear to the heart of the 
 
Confederate soldier, and must live after he has 
 
passed away. 
 
To Mrs. Margaret Branch Sexton, President of 
 
the Charter Chapter, Georgia Division, United 
 
Daughters of the Confederacy, I am indebted for 
 
many copies, kindly furnished from the originals, 
 
published during the war between the States. 
 
The Appendix, giving dates of the chief events 
 
and principal Battles, has been compiled from notes 
 
made by a brother Veteran in his perusal of the 
 
Official Records issued by the Government, and are 
 
reliable. 
 
M. C. K. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
PAGE. 
A Georgia Volunteer ................................. ................. 34 All Quiet Along the Potomac To-night (Lamar Fontaine).......... 6 Bonnie Blue Flag............. ................. ......... .............. 2 Confederate Note, A.......... ................. ........... ............ 44 Conquered Banner, The (Father Byan)............................... 1 Conquered Banner, Reply to the (Sir H. Houghton)................. 1 Contraband, The.................................. .... .................. 15 Dixie, The Original........... ................. ........... ............ 7 God Save the South (G. H. Miles). .......... ........................ 38 Happy Land of Canaan, The (Southern version) .................... 26 Her Answer (Anonymous)..... ........................................ 48 Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still..................................... 28 Home Again (Marshall S. Pike)............... ........................ 56 Juanita....... ....................................... .......... ......... 32 Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother.......... .......................... 47 Lorena..................... ..................................... ...... 29 Man of the Twelfth of May (Hon. Rohert Falligant).... .......... 36 Maryland, My Maryland............ ........... ...................... 4 Massas in de Cold, Cold Ground...................................... 31 New Yankee Doodle, The (Southern version)........................ 13 Old Arm Chair, The................. .................................. 52 Old Cabin Home............. ....................... .................... 31 Only a Private (Beechenbrook)..... ......................... ........ 37 On to Glory. .......................................................... 25 Our. Confederate Dead ("Reb")....................... ................ 24 Patriot if You Succeed A Rebel if You Fail................ .... 41 Rebel is a Sacred Name.................... ............................ 40 Root Hog or Die (Southern version")............................ ...... 9 Richmonds a Hard Road to Travel...... ............................ 20 Savannah (H. C. B.).... ...... .... .................................... 55 Somebodys Darling (Miss Marie LaCoste)............................ 17 Southern Boys, The (J. A. McC.)...................................... 33 Southern Girl, The........:.............................................. 53 Southern Home, The.................................... ................ 11 Southern Marseillai&e................................................... 12 Southern Soldier Boy, The (Father Ryan).............. ... ...... 46 Stars and Bars, The..................................................... 8 Stonewall Jacksons Way.................. ............................ 27 Swanee Ribber. .......................................................... 16 Tenting On the Old Camp Ground.................................... 17 They Cry Peace, Peace (Mrs. A. S. Burroughs)...................... 18 Voice From TattnalTs Tomb (Edwin DeLeon)..*.................... 45 Wait For the Wagon (Southern version).............................. 50 Wait Till the War, Love, is Over...................................... 49 When this Cruel War is Over.......................................... 13 
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 THE CONQUERED BANNER. 
BY FATHER RYAN. 
Furl that Banner! for tis weary, Round its staff tis drooping dreary; 
Furl it, fold it, it is best For theres not a man to wave it, And theres not a sword to save it, And theres not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it, And its foes now scorn and brave it 
Furl it, hide it, let it rest! 
Furl it! for the hands that grasped it And the hearts that fondly clasped it 
Cold and dead are lying low; And that Banner it is trailing. While around it sounds the wailing 
Of its people in their woe. 
Furl that Banner! true tis gory, Yet tis wreathed around with glory, And twill live, in song and story, 
Though its folds are in the dust.^ For its fame on brightest pages, Penned by poets, and by sages, Shall go sounding down the ages 
Furl its folds though now we must. 
A REPLY TO THE CONQUERED BANNER. 
BY SIR HENRY HOUGHTON, BART. 
Gallant nation, foiled by numbers! Say not that your hopes are flecl; 
Keep that glorious flag which slumbers, One day to avenge your dead. 
 
Keep it! widowed, sonless mothers, Keep it! sisters, mourning brothers, Furl it with<an iron will? Furl it now, but keep it still. 
 
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Think not that its work is done. Keep it till your children take it, One again to hail and make it All their sires have bled and fought for, All their noble hearts have sought for 
Bled and fought for, all alone. 
All alone! aye shame the story! Millions here deplore the stain; 
Shame, Alas! for Englands glory Freedom called, and called in vain. 
Furl that Banner sadly, slowly, Treat it gently, tor tis holy Till that day yes. furl it sadly, Then once more unfurl it gladly 
Conquered banner! keep it, still! 
 
THE BONNIE BLUE FUG. 
 
We are a band of brothers, native to the soil, 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. 
CHORUS. 
Hurrah! hurrah! for Southern rights 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 attempt our 
 
rights to mar, 
 
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that 
 
bears a single star. 
 
Chorus. 
 
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 on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that 
 
bears a single star. 
 
Chorus. 
 
Ye men of valor gather round the Banner of the 
 
Bight, 
 
Texas and fair Louisiana, join us in the fight; 
 
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, states 
 
man rare. 
 
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that 
 
"bears a single star. 
 
Chorus. 
 
And heres 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. 
 
Chorus. 
 
Then heres to our Confederacy, strong we are, 
 
and brave, 
 
Like patriots of old well 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. 
 
Chorus. 
 
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. 
 
CHORUS. 
Hurrah! hurrah! for Southern rights hurrah! Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag has gained 
the eleventh star. 
 
 MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND. 
[From Stonewall 8<mg Book.] 
The despots heel is on thy shore, Maryland, my Maryland! 
His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, 
Maryland, my Maryland! 
Hark to an exiled sons appeal, Maryland, my Maryland! 
My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland, my Maryland! 
For life and death, for woe and weal. Thy peerless chivalry reveal. 
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Remember Carrolls sacred trust, Remember Howards warlike thrust, And all thy slumberers with the just, 
Maryland, my Maryland! 
Come, tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Come with thy panoplied array. Maryland, my Maryland! 
With Ringgolds spirit for the fray, With Watsons blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, 
Maryland, my Maryland! 
Come, for thy shield is bright and strong, Maryland, my Maryland! 
Come, for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland, my Maryland! 
 
 Come to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with Liberty along, And give a new Key to thy song, 
Maryland, my Maryland! Dear Mother, burst the tyrants chain. 
Maryland, my Maryland! Virginia should not call in vain, 
Maryland, my Maryland! She meets her Sisters on the plain "Sic Semper" tis the proud refrain, That baffles minons back amain, 
Maryland, my Maryland! Arise in majesty again, 
Maryland, my Maryland! I see the blush upon thy cheek, 
Maryland, my Maryland! But thou wast ever bravely meek, 
Maryland, my Maryland! But, lo! there surges forth a shriek From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Potomac calls to Chesapeake, 
Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, 
Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, 
Maryland, my Maryland! Better the fire upon the roU, Better the blade, the shot, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, 
Maryland, my Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, 
Maryland, my Maryland! The Old Lines bugle, fife and drum, 
* Maryland, my Maryland! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb Huzza! She spurns the Northern scum! She breathes, she burns, shell come shell 
come, Maryland, my Maryland! 
 
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ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TO-NIGHT. 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
<4 All quiet along the Potomac" they say, " Except now and then a stray picket 
Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro By a riflemen 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 to-night, WJhere the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; 
Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, Or the light of the watch fires are gleaming. 
A tremulous sigh as the gentle night wind Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping, 
While the stars up above with their glittering eyes Keep guard, for the army is sleeping. 
Theres only the sound of the lone sentrys tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, 
And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. 
His musket falls slack, his face dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender 
As he mutters a prayer for his children asleep, For their mother, may heaven defend her. 
The moon seems to shine as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken 
Leaped up to his lips, and when low murmured vows 
Were pledged to be ever unbroken. Then drawing his sleeves roughly over his eyes 
He dashes off tears that are swelling, And gathers his gun close up to its place, 
As if to keep down the heart-swelling. 
 
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He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footstep is lagging and weary, 
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light 
Towards the shades of a forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night wind that rustled the 
leaves? Was it the moonlight, so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle ha! Mary good bye, And the life-blood is ebbing and splashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night. No sound save the rush of the river, While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, The pickets off duty forever. 
 
THE ORIGINAL DIXIE. 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! 
In Dixie Land Ill took my stand, To lib an die in Dixie, Away, away, away down South in Dixie. Old missus marry " Will d-weaber William was a gay deceaber, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. But when he put his arm around er, He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder. Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
 
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His face was sharp as a butchers cleaber, 
But dat did not seem to greab er, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Old missus acted de foolish part, And died for a man that broke her heart, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
Now heres a health to the next old Missus, And all the gals that want to kiss us, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. But if you want to drive way sorrow, Come and hear dis song to-morrow, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
Dars buckwheat cakes and ingen batter; Makes you fat or a little fatter, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble, To Dixies Land Im bound to trabble. Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. 
Den I wish I was in Dixie, etc. 
THE STARS AND THE BARS. 
[From the Stonewall Song Book ] 
Above us our banner is waving, The hope of the brave and the free, 
We must watch, must guard and defend it, Till the minions of tyranny flee; 
With swords and good rifles well meet them On the hill, the vale and the plain, 
And though they may come like the locusts, 
Well fatten our land with their slain. 
Then shout for the Stars and the Bars, Three cheers for the Bars and the Stars, A nation has sworn to defend them, Theyll die for the Stars and Bars. 
 
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Brave sons of the South are now ready^ Each bosom is burning to save, 
Our land of bright sunshine and flowers. From the tread of the Northern slave, 
And mothers, though bending in anguish, Thus nobly cry out to their sons, 
"Go meet the invader with firmness, And true be the aim of your guns." Then shout, etc. 
Far better to live in a desert, The blue sky our canopy too 
Than wearing the chains of these demons, The selfish, fanatical crew. 
Far better to perish with honor, Far better to go to the grave, 
And better to die as a freeman, Than live as a Northerners slave. Then shout, etc. 
"ROOT HOG OR DIE." 
(THE CAMP VERSION.) 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
Old Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss, 
I think hed better stop it for hell only make it 
worse; Well have our Independence, Ill tell you the 
reason why, Jeff Davis will make them sing, "Koothogor 
die." 
When Lincoln went to reinforce Sumter for the fight, 
He told his men to pass through the harbor in the night; 
He said to them be careful, Ill tell you the rea son why, 
 
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The Southern hoys are mighty bad on " Eoot hog or die." 
Then Beauregard called a halt, according to the style, 
The Lincolnites faced about and looked mighty wild; 
They couldnt give the password, Ill tell you the reason why, 
Beauregards countersign was " Root hog or die." 
They anchored out a battery upon the waters free, It was the queerest looking thing that ever you 
did see, It was the fall of Sumter, Ill tell you the reason 
why, It was the Southern alphabet of "Root hog or 
die." 
They telegraphed to Abraham, they took her like a flirt, 
They underscored another line, there was no body hurt," 
We are bound to have the Capitol, Ill tell you the reason why, 
We want to teach Old Abe to sing, "Root hog or die." 
When Abram read the dispatch the tear came in his eye, 
He walled his eyes to Bobby, and Bob began to cry, 
Then prayed to Jeff to spare them, Ill tell you the reason why, 
They didnt want to "mark time" to "Root hog or die." 
The "Kentucky braves" at Trenton, are eager for the fight, 
They want to help the Southern boys to set Old Abram right; 
They had to leave their native State, Ill tell you the reason why, 
Old Kentuckey wouldnt sing,   Root hog or die." 
 
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THE SOUTHERN HOME. 
Take me home to the place where I first saw the light, 
To my sweet sunny South take me home, Where the mockingbird sung me to rest every 
night, Ah! why was I tempted to roam? The path to the cottage they say has grown 
green, And the place is quite lonely around, And I know that the forms and the smiles I have 
seen Now lie deep in the dark, mossy ground. Take me home to the place where the orange 
tree doth bloom, Poor massa lies buried close by; Oer the graves of the loved ones I long for to 
weep, And amongst them to rest when I die. Take me home, let me see what is left that I 
knew; Can it be that the old house is gone? The dear friends of my childhood indeed must be 
few, And I must lament all alone. Take me home to the place where I first saw the 
light. To my sweet Sunny South take me home, Where the mockingbird sung me to rest every 
night, Ah! why was 1 tempted to roam? 
 
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SOUTHERN MARSEILLAISE. 
[Stonewall Song Book]. 
Sons of the South, awake to glory, 
A thousand voices bid you rise. Your children, wives and grandsires, hoary, 
Gaze on you now with trusting eyes; 
Gaze on you now with trusting eyes. Your country every strong arm calling, 
To meet the hireling Northern hand That comes to desolate the land With fire and blood and scenes appalling. 
To arms, to arms, ye brave, The avenging sword unsheathe, 
March on, march on, All hearts resolved on victory or death! 
March on, march on, All hearts resolved on victory or death! 
Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, * Which treacherous brothers madly raise; 
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And soon our peaceful towns may blaze, And soon our peaceful towns may blaze. 
Shall fiends who basely plot our ruin, Unchecked, advance with guilty stride, To spread destruction far and wide, 
With Southrons blood their hands imbruing? To arms, etc. 
With needy, starving mobs surrounded, The jealous, blind fanatics dare 
To offer, in their zeal unbounded, Our happy slaves their tender care. 
The South, tho deepest wrongs bewailing, 
Long yielded all to Unions name, But Independence now we claim, And all their threats are unavailing. 
To arms, etc. 
 
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THE NEW YANKEE DOODLE. 
Stonewall Svng Book. 
Yankee Doodle had a mind 
To whip the Southern traitors (?), Because they didt choose to live 
On codfish and potatoes. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, 
Yankee Doodle dandy, And so to keep his courage up 
He took a drink of brandy. Yankee Doodle drew his sword 
And practised all the passes; Come, boys, well take another, another drink 
When we get to Manassas. Yankee Doodle; doodle-doo, 
Yankee Doodle dandy, They never reached Manassas plain, 
And never got the brandy. Yankee Doodle, oh! for shame, 
Youre always intermeddling; Let guns alone, theye dangerous things, 
You^d better stick to peddling. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, 
Yankee Doodle dandy, When next you go to Bully Kun 
Youll throw away the brandy. 
WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER. 
Dearest one, do you remember When we last did meet, 
When you told me how you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? 
Oh! how proud you stood before me, In your suit of gray, 
When you vowed from me and country 
Neer to go astray. 
 
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CHORUS. 
Weeping, sad and lonely, Sighs and tears how vain, 
When this cruel war is over, Praying then to meet again. 
When the summer breeze is sighing Mournfully along, 
Or when autumn leaves are falling, Sadly breaths the song; 
Oft in dreams I see you lying . On the battle plain, 
Lonely, wounded, even dying. Calling, but in vain. Chorus. 
If amid the din of battle, Nobly you should fall. 
Far away from those who love you, None to hear your call. 
Who would whisper words of comfort? Who would soothe your pain? 
Ah! the many cruel fancies Ever in my brain. Chorus. 
But our country called you, loved one, Angels guide your way; 
While our "Southern Boys" are fighting We can also pray. 
When you strike for God and freedom, Let all nations see 
How you love our Southern banner, Emblem of the free! Chorus. 
 
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THE CONTRABAND. 
 
[A Song of Mississippi Negroes in the Vicksburg Campaign] 
 
Say darkeys, has you seed my massa, Wid de mustache on his face? 
He came along some time dis morning As dough hed leave de place. 
He seed de smoke way up de river, Where de Lincum gunboats lay, 
He took his hat and lef bery sudden, 
I speck hes ranned away. 
 
CHORUS. 
Massa run, aha! Darkey stay, oho! 
It must be now dat de kingdoms comin. In de yaar of Jubilo. 
 
Hes six feet one way, four feet tother, 
 
And weighs three hundred pounds, 
 
His coats so big he cant pay de tailor, 
 
And it wont go half around, 
 
He drills so much dey call him capn, 
 
And he am so bery tan, 
 
Speck hell try to fool dem Yankees 
 
And say hes Contraband. 
 
Chorus. 
 
Dis darkey gits so bery lonesome, In de cabin on de lawn, 
He moves his things to massas parlor, To keep em while hes gone. 
Theres wine and cider in de cellar, And de darkeys deyll hab some, 
I speck it will be confiscated When de Lincum soldiers come. Chorus. 
 
De oberseer will give us trouble, And run us round a spell, 
Well lock him up in de smoke house cellar Wid de key trone in de well; 
 
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De whip is lost and de handcuffs broken, And massall lose his pay, 
Hes big enouf and old enouf Dan to gone and runned away. Chorus. 
"SWANEE RIBBER." 
Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, 
Deres wha my heart is turning ebber, Deres wha de old folks stay. 
All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, 
Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. 
CHORUS. 
All de world am sad and dreary, Ebry where I roam, 
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. 
All round de little farm I wandird, When I was young, 
Den many happy days I squandird, Many de songs I sung. 
When I was playing wid my brudder, Happy was I, 
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. Chorus. 
One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love, 
Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I rove. 
When will I see de bees a humming All round de comb, 
When will I hear de banjo tumming 
Down in my good old home. 
Chorus. 
 
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TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND." 
Were tenting to-night on the old camp ground Give us a song to cheer 
Our weary hearts a song of home / And friends we love so dear. 
CHORUS. , 
Oh, many are the hearts that are weary to-night, Wishing for the-war to cease; 
Many are the hearts looking for the light, To see the dawn of peace. 
REFRAIN. : - . 
Tenting, to-night, tenting, to-nightTenting on the old camp ground. Were tenting to-night on the old camp ground Thinking of the days gone by; Of the loved ones at home who gave us the hand, And tears that said "good bye." 
Chorus. Refrain 
SOMEBODYS DARLING. 
BY MISS MARIE LACOSTA, OF SAVANNAH, GA. 
Into a ward of the whitewashed walls, Where the dead and dying lay, 
Wounded by bayonets, shells and balls, Somebodys darling was borne one day. 
Somebodys darling, so young and so brave Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, 
Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood grace. 
Matted and damp are the curls of gold Kissing the snow of that fair young brow; 
Pale are the lips of delicate mold Somebodys darling is dying now. 
 
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Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold; 
Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebodys darling is stiff and cold. 
Kiss him once for somebodys sake, Murmer a prayer soft and low; 
One bright curl from its fair mates take They were somebodys pride, you know. 
Somebodys hand had rested there; Was it a mothers, soft and white? 
And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in the waves of light? 
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God knows best! He was somebodys love, Somebodys heart enshrined him there; 
Somebody wafted his name above Night and noon, on the wings of prayer. 
Somebody wept when he marched away. Looking so handsome, brave and grand, 
Somebodys kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand. 
Somebodys waiting and watching for him, Teaming to. hold him again to their heart, 
And there he lies, with his blue eyes dim, And the smiling, child-like lips apart. 
Tenderly bury the fair young dead, Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; 
Carve on the wooden slab at his head, "Somebodys darling slumbers here." 
THEY CRY PEACE, PEACE! 
BY MRS. ALETHEA S. BURROUGHS, SAVANNAH, GA., MAY 1865. 
They are ringing peace on my heavy ear No peace to my heavy heart! 
They are ringing peace, I hear! I hear! O God! how my hopes depart! 
 
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They are ringing peace from the mountain side; With a hollow voice it comes 
They are ringing peace oer the foaming tide, And its echoes fill our homes. 
They are ringing peace, and the spring-time blooms, 
Like a garden fresh and fair, But our martyrs sleep in their silent tombs 
Do they hear that sound -do they hear? They are ringing peace, and the battle cry 
And the bayonets work are done, And the armor bright they are laying by, 
From the brave sire to the son. And the muskets clang, and the soldiers drill, 
And the tattoos nightly sound, We shall hear no more, with a joyous thrill, 
Peace, peace, they are ringing round! There are women, still as the stifled air 
On the burning deserts track, Not a cry of joy, not a welcome cheer 
And their brave ones coming back! There are fair young heads in their morning 
pride, Like the lilies pale they bow; Just a memory left to the soldiers bride Ah, God! sustain her now! There are martial steps that we may not hear! There are forms we may not see! Deaths muster roll they have answered clear, They are freel thank God, they are freel Not a fetter fast, nor a prisoners chain For the noble army gone No conqueror comes oer the heavenly plain Peace, peace to the dead alonel 
 
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They are ringing peace, but strangers tread Oer the land where our fathers trod, 
And our birthright joys, like a dream, have fled, And Thou! where art Thou, O God! 
They are ringing peace! not here, not here, Where the victors mark is set; 
Roll back to the North its mocking cheer No peace to the Southland yet! 
We may sheathe the sword, and the rifle gun We may hang on the cottage wall, 
And the bayonet brave, sharp duty done, From the soldiers arm it may fall. 
But peace! no peace! till the same good sword, Drawn out from its scabbard be. 
And the wide world list to my countrys word, And the South! oh, the South, be free! 
RICHMONDS A HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL 
[From the Southern Illustrated News.] 
Would you like to hear the song, Im afraid its rather long, 
Of the famous "On to Richmond" double trouble 
Of the half a dozen slips, on a half a dozen trips, And the very latest bursting of the bubble? 
Then list while I relate this most unhappy fate, Tis a dreadful knotty puzzle to unravel, 
Though all the papers swore, when we touched Virginias shore. 
That Richmond was an easy road to travel. Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve. 
For Richmonds a hard road to travel, Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel I believe. First McDowell, bold and gay, set forth the 
shortest way, 
 
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By Manassas in the pleasant summer weather, 
 
But he quickly went and ran on a Stonewall, 
 
foolish man, 
 
And had a *rocky" journey altogether; 
 
For he found it rather hard to ride over Beau- 
 
regard, 
 
And Johnston proved a deuce of a bother, 
 
And twas clear beyond a doubt, that he didnt 
 
like the rout, 
 
And a second time would havet to Then pull off your coat, and roll up 
 
trvmf another; your sleeve, 
 
For Richmonds a hard road to travel; 
 
Manassas gave us fits, and Bull Bun it made us 
 
grieve, 
 
Oh! Richmonds a hard road to travel I believe. 
 
Next came the Wooly Horse, with an overwhel ming force, 
To march down to Richmond by the valley, But he couldnt find the road, and his "onward" 
movement showed 
His campaigning was a mere shilly-shally. And Commissary Banks, with his motley foreign 
ranks, The Dutchman and the Celt, not the Saxon, Lost the whole of his supplies, and with tears in 
his eyes, Ran away from that dunder-heaaed Jackson; Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel; The valley wouldnt do, as everybody knows, And Richmonds a hard road to travel I sup 
pose. 
 
Then the great Galena came, with her portholes all aflame, 
And the Monitor, that famous naval wonder. But the guns at Drewrys Bluff gave them 
speedily enough Of the loudest sort of real rebel thunder; The Galena was astonished, and the Monitor ad 
monished, 
 
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And their efforts to ascend the stream were mocked at, 
While the dreadful Nangatuck, by the hardest kind of luck, 
Was very nearly knocked into a cocked hat; Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, 
For Richmonds a hard road to travel; The gunboats gave it up in a stupefied despair. And Richmond is a hard road to travel I de 
clare. 
Then McClellan followed soon, with spade and with balloon. 
To try the peninsular approaches, But one and all agreed that his best rate of speed 
Wasnt faster than the slowest of "slow coaches"; 
Instead of easy ground, at Williamsburg he found 
A Long-street indeed, and nothing shorter, And it put him in the dumps, that spades wasnt 
trumps, And the Hills he couldnt level as he orter; Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel; Lay down the shovel and fling away the spade, For Richmonds a hard road to travel Im afraid. 
He tried the rebel lines on the field of Seven Pines, 
Where his troops did such awful heavy chargin, 
But he floundered in the mud. and he saw a stream of blood 
Over the Chickahominys sweet margin; Though the fact seems rather strange, when he 
left his gunboats range, On land he drifted over much to Lee ward, So he quickly "changed his base" in a sort of 
steeple chase, And hurried back to Stanton, Abe and Seward; 
 
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Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel; 
We shouldnt be surprised that McClellan took to drinking 
For Richmonds a hard road to travel Im a 
thinking. 
Then said Lincoln unto Pope, "you can make the 
trip I hope," Quoth the bragging Major-General, "Yes that 
I can," And began to issue orders to his terrible ma 
rauders, Just like another Leo of the Vatican; But that same demented Jackson this fellow laid 
his whack on, And made him by compulsion a seceder* And Pope took a rapid flight from Manansas 
second fight, Twas his very last appearance as a leader; Then pull off your coat,* and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel; Pope tried his very best, and was evidently sold, And Richmonds a hard road to travel I am told. 
Last of all the brave Burnside, with his pontoon bridges tried 
A road no one had thought of before him, With two hundred thousand men for the rebel 
"slaughter pen," And the blessed Union flag a flying oer him; But he met a "fire of hell," of canister and shell, Enough to make the knees of any man knock; Twas a shocking sight to view, that second 
Waterloo, On the banks of the pleasant Rappahannock. Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, For Richmonds a hard road to travel; Twas a shocking sight to view, that second 
Waterloo And Richmonds a bloody road travel it is true. 
*8ee Cedar (Run). 
 
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We are very much perplexed to k!now who will 
 
try it next 
 
And to guess hy what new high road he may go. 
 
But the Capital must blaze, and that in ninety 
 
days 
 
For tis written Delanda est carthage. 
 
Well take the cursed town, and then well burn 
 
it down. 
 
And plunder and hang up every rebel; 
 
Yet the contraband was right, when he told us 
 
they would fight, 
 
"O yis, marsa, theyll fight like the debble." 
 
Then pull off your coat, and roll up your sleeve, 
 
For Richmonds a hard road to travel; 
 
Weve played our strongest card, and-tis plain 
 
that we are slammed, 
 
And if Richmond aint a hard road to travel, Ill 
 
be 
 
blamed. 
 
OUR CONFEDERATE DEAD. 
BY REB. 
Oh, no, we neer forget our dead, Though our flag no longer waves 
Its shadowy, drooping furls on high, Oer their lonely, peaceful graves. 
The unknown, loved and cherished Have long since from us fled; 
They are still our dearest treasures, We neer forget our dead. 
Let all their comrades gather, And drop oer their graves a tear; 
In battle they all died for us, Now of them well take care. 
For while we think of R. E. Lee, Of things he did and said, 
Whateer our lot in life may be Well neer forget our dead. 
 
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Those who on Gettysburgs bloody field. The old, the }7oung, the gay. 
Those who have borne the battles heat, And wore the Southern gray. 
On Georgias soil their bones well lay In their quiet, solemn bed; 
Yet in memory still they live, We neer forget our dead. 
ON TO GLORY. 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
Sons of Freedom! on to glory! * Go where brave men do or die, Let your names in future story 
Gladden every patriots eye. Tis your country calls you, hasten! 
Backward hurl the invading foe; Freeman! never think of danger, 
To the glorious battle go. Oh! remember gallant Jackson, 
Single-handed in the fight, Death blows dealt the fierce marauder, 
For his liberty and right. Tho he fell beneath their thousands, 
Who that covet not his fame? Grand and glorious, brave and noble, 
Henceforth shall be Jacksons name. Sons of Freedom! can you linger, 
When you hear the battles roar. Fondly dallying with your pleasures 
When the foe is at your door? Never, no! we fear no idlers, 
"Death or Freedoms" now the crv, Till the Stars and B,^_ ars triumphant 
Spread their folds to every eye. 
 
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HAPPY LAND OF CANAAN. 
[From Stonewall Song Hook.] 
I sing you a song, and it wont detain me long, All about the times we are gaining; 
I sing it in rhymes, and suit it to the times, And call it the happy land of Canaan. 
CHORUS. 
Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! Look out. theres a good time coming; 
Never mind the weather, but get over double trouble, 
I am bound for the happy land of Canaan. 
Old Abe Lincoln was elected President, And from a rail splitter he is gaining; 
The Yankees the}" may brag, but well raise the flag, 
And make the south a happy land of Canaan. Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! etc. 
Down at Harpers Ferry section they raised an insurrection, 
Old Brown thought the niggers would sustain him, 
Along came Governor Wise, and took him by surprise, 
And sent him to the happy land of Canaan. Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! etc. 
Old Brown is dead, and the last word he said Was dont keep me here long remaining; 
First we took him up a slope, then dropped him 
on a rope. And dropped him in the happy land of Canaan. 
Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! etc. 
Old Buchanan got his orders, and left the 4th of 
March, And says some credit he was gaining; 
 
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Good folks let him rest, the old man did his best, He is bound for the happy land of Canaan. Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! etc. 
Now Jeff Davis shakes his fist at the Abolitionist, And says he would give them a training; 
He would whip them so freely, both Smith and Horace Greely, 
If he could catch them in the happy land of Canaan. 
Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! Ah! ah! ah! etc. 
"STONEWALL JACKSONS WAY." 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
[The Boston Courier says: "The following stanzas were found on the person of a rebel sergeant of the Stonewall Brigade, captured near Winchester, Va."] 
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails. Stir up the camp fire bright, 
No matter if the canteen fails, Well make a roaring night. 
Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the brigades rousing song 
Of "Stonewall Jacksons way". We see him now, the old slouched hat 
Cocked oer his eyes askew, The shrewd dry smile, the speech so pat, 
So calm, so blunt, so true. The "Blue Light Elder" knows em well, Says he "thats Banks, hes fond of shell, Lord save his soul! well give him" well, 
Thats "Stonewall Jacksons way". Silence! ground arms, kneel all, caps off, 
Old Blue Lights going to pray; Strangle the fool that dares to scoff, 
Attention! its his way, 
 
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Appealing from his native sod In forma pauperis to God: "Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod, 
Amen!" "Thats Stonewalls way." Hes in the saddle now. Fall in! 
Steady, the whole brigade, Hills at the ford cut off well win 
His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? "Quick step! were with him before morn," 
Thats "Stonewall Jacksons way." 
The suns bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and by George 
Heres Longstreet, struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge. 
Pope and his Yankees whipped before, "Baynets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar, "Charge, Stuart, pay off Ashbys score," 
Is "Stonewall Jacksons way." 
Ah! maiden, wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewalls band; 
Ah! widow, read with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand. 
Ah! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on, Thy life shall not be all forlorn, The foe had better neer been born 
That gets in "Stonewalls way". 
HER BRIGHT SMILE HAUNTS ME STILL 
[From Stonewall Song Book.] 
Tis years since last we met, And we may not meet again; 
I have struggled to forget, But the struggle was in vain, 
For her voice lives on the breeze, 
 
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And her spirit comes at will, In the midnight, on the seas; 
Her bright smile haunts me still. Tis first sweet dawn of light, 
When I gaze upon the deep, Her form still greets my sight, 
While the stars their Vigils keep; When I close mine aching eyes, 
Sweet dreams my senses fill, And when from sleep I rise, 
Her bright smile haunts me still! I have saild neath alien skies, 
I have trod the desert path, I have seen the storm arise 
Like a giant in his wrath, Every danger I have known, 
That a reckless life can fill, Yet her presence is not flown, 
Her bright smile haunts me still! 
LORENA. 
The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the grass again, 
The suns low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been; 
But the heart throbs on as warmly now, As when the summer days were nigh, 
The sun can never dip so low Adown affections cloudless sky. 
A hundred months have passed, Lorena, Since last I held that hand in mine, 
And felt thy pulse beat fast, Lorena, Though mine beat faster far than thine; 
A hundred months, twas flowery May, When up the hilly slope we climbed 
To watch the dying of the day, And hear the distant church bells chime. 
 
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More than we ever dared to tell, And what we might have been, Lorena, 
Had but our lovings prospered well; But now tis passed, the years are gone, 
Ill not call up their shadowy forms; Ill say to them "lost years, sleep on, 
Sleep on, nor heed lifes pelting storms." The story of that past, Lorena, 
Alas! I care not to repeat, . The hopes that could not live,*Lorena, 
They lived, but only lived to cheat; I would not cause een one regret 
To rankle in thy bosom now, "For if we try, we may forget," 
Were words of thine long years ago. Yes. these were words of thine, Lorena, 
They burn within my memory yet; They touch some tender chord, Lorena, 
That thrills and trembles with regret. Twas not the womans heart that spoke. 
Thy heart was always true to me; A duty stern and pressing broke 
The ties that linked my soul to thee. It matters little now. Lorena; 
The past is in the eternal past; Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena, 
Lifes tide is ebbing out so fast. But theres a future! O, thank God! 
Of life this is so small a part Tis dust to dust beneath the sod, 
But there, "up.there," tis heart to heart. 
 
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OLD CABIN HOME. 
[Contributed.] 
I am going far away, far away to leave you now, To the Mississippi River I am going, 
And Ill take my old banjo, and Ill sing this little song, 
Way down in my old cabin home. CHORUS. 
Down in my old cabin home, There lies my sister and my brother; 
There lies my wife, she was the joy of my life, And the child in the grave with its mother. 
I am going to leave this land, with all this darkey band 
All the wide world over for to roam; But when Im tired and weary, Fll lay me down 
and rest, Way down in the old cabin home. 
Chorus: Down in my old, etc. When old age is coming on and my hair is turn 
ing grey, I will hang up the banjo all alone; And to pass the time away, I will sit down by 
the fire Wav down in the old cabin home. 
MASSA'S IN DE COLD GROUND. 
BY STEPHEN FOSTER. 
Round the meadows am a ringing, De darkeys mournful song, 
While de mocking bird am singing Happy as de day am long. 
 
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Where de ivy am a creeping, 
Oer de grassy mound, Dar old Massa am a sleeping, 
Sleeping, in de cold, cold, ground. 
 
CHORUS. 
 
Down in de cornfield, 
Hear dat mournful sound; 
All de darkeys am a weeping, Massas in de cold, cold, ground. 
 
When de Autumn leaves were falling, 
 
When de davs were cold, 
 
9f 
 
S 
 
Twas hard to hear old Massa calling, 
 
Cayse he was so weak and old. 
 
Now de orange tree am blooming 
 
On de sandy shore 
 
Now de summer days are coming, 
 
Massa nebber calls no more. 
 
Chorus: Down in de, etc. 
 
Massa makes de darkeys lub him, Cayse he was so kind, 
Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. 
I cannot work before to-morrow, Cayse de tear drops flow, 
I try to drive away my sorrow Picking on de old banjo. Chorus: Down in de, etc. 
 
JUANITA. 
Soft oer the fountain. Lingering falls the Southern moon, 
Far oer the mountain, Breaks the day too soon! 
In thy dark eyes splendor, 
Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks yet tender 
Speaks their fond farewell! 
 
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CHORUS. 
Nita! Juanita! ask thy soul if we should part! Nita! Juanita! lean them on my heart. 
When in thy dreaming, Moons like thee shall shine again, 
And daylight beaming Prove thy dreams are vain. 
Wilt thou not relenting For thine absent lovers sigh 
In thy heart consenting To a prayer gone by? CHORUS. 
Nita! Juanita! let me linger by thy side! Nita! Juanita! be my own fair bride! 
THE SOUTHERN BOYS. 
PUBLISHED IN 1861 BY J. A. McC. 
Cheer, boys, cheer, well march away to battle, Cheer, boys, cheer, for our sweethearts and our wives, 
Cheer, boys, cheer, well nobly do our duty And give to the South, our hearts, our arms, our lives. 
Bring forth the flag, our countrys noble standard, Wave it on high till the wind shakes out each fold, 
Proudly it floats, nobly waving in the vanguard, Then cheer up boys cheer, with a lusty long bold shout. CHORUS. 
Cheer, boys, cheer, well march away to battle, Cheer, boys, cheer, for our sweethearts and 
IWEB our wives, Cheer, boys, cheer, well nobly do our duty, 
And give to the South, our hearts, our arms, our lives. 
 
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But though we march, with heads all lowly bending, 
Let us implore a blessing from on high, Our cause is just, the right from wrong defending, 
And the God of battles, will listen to our cry. Chorus: Cheer, boys, cheer, etc. 
Though to our homes, we never may return, Neer press again our loved ones in our arms, 
Oer our lone graves their faithful hearts will mourn, 
Then cheer up boys, cheer, such death hath no alarms. Chorus: Cheer, boys, cheer, etc. 
A GEORGIA VOLUNTEER. 
BY LYTTLETON SAVAGE. 
Far up the lonely mountain side, My wandering footsteps lead. 
The moss lay thick beneath my feet, The pine sighed over head. 
The trace of a dismantled fort, Lay in the forest nave, 
And in the shadow near my path, I saw a soldiers grave. 
The bramble wrestled with the weed, Upon the lowly mound; 
The simple headboard rudely writ, Had tumbled to the ground. 
I raised it with a reverent hand, From dust its words to clear, 
But time had blotted all but these 
"A Georgia Volunteer". I saw the toad and scaly snake, 
From tangled covert start, And hide themselves among the weeds 
Above the dead mans heart. 
 
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But, undisturbed, in sleep profound Unheeding these he lay, 
His coffin, but the mountain soil, His shroud, Confederate grey. 
I heard the Shenandoah roll Along the vale below, 
I saw the Alleghanies rise Towards the realms of snow. 
The *Valley Campaign" rose to mind, Its leaders name, and then, 
I knew the sleeper had been one Of Stonewall Jacksons men. 
Yet whence he came, what lips shall say What tongue shall ever tell, 
What desolated hearths and hearts, Have been because he fell? 
What sad-eyed maiden braids her hair, Her hair which he held dear? 
One lock of which per chance lies with "The Georgia Volunteer"? 
What mother, with long watching eyes, And white lips cold and dumb, 
Waits with appalling patience for Her darling boy to come? 
Her boy! whose mountain grave swells up, But one of many a scar 
Cut on the face of our fair land, By gory handed war. 
What fights he fought, what wounds he wore, Are all unknown to fame; 
Remember, on his lonely grave There is not een a name! 
That he fought well and bravely, too, And held his country dear 
We know else he had never been A Georgia Volunteer". 
 
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He sleeps what need to question now, If he were wrong or right? 
He knows ere this whose cause was just, In God the Fathers sight. 
He wields no war-like weapons now, Returns no foemans thrust; 
Who but a coward would revile An honest soldiers dust. 
Roll, Shenandoah, proudly roll, 
Adown thy rocky glen, Above thee lies the grave of one, 
Of Stonewall Jacksons men! Beneath the cedar and the pine, 
In solitude austere, Unknown, unnamed, forgotten, lies, 
A "Georgia Volunteer". 
"THE MAN OF THE 12TH OF MAY." 
BY HON. ROBERT FALL1GANT, SAVANNAH, GA. 
[Lines,written in January. 1865. in commemoration of Gordons charge at "Bloody Angle" or "Horse Shoe", Spottsylvania Court House, May 12, 1864. Hancock had taken the Confederate line, capturing Gen eral Ed Johnson and his division. General J. B. Gordon led the charge in which the lines were recovered after a desperate struggle. Hancock had telegraphed to Grant as follows: "I have whipped out Johnson and am pitching into Early."] 
When history tells her story, Of the noble hero band, 
Who have made the green fields gory, For the life of their native land, 
How grand will be the picture Of Georgias proud array, 
As they drove the boasting foeman back On that glorious 12th of May, boys, That glorious 12th of May! 
CHORUS. 
Then hurrah! while we rally round The hero of that day. 
And a nations grateful praises crown, The man of the 12th of May, boys The man of the 12th of May. 
 
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Whose mien is ever proudest When we hold the foe at bay, 
Whose war-cry cheers us loudest As we rush to the bloody fray! 
.Tis Gordons! Our reliance! Fearless as on the day 
When he hurled his grand defiance, In that charge of the 12th of May, boys, 
 That charge of the 12th of May!. Who, who can be a coward! 
What freemen fear to die When Gordon orders "forward"! 
And the red cross floats on high? Follow his tones inspiring! 
On, on to the field! Away! And well see the foe retiring 
As they did on the 12th of May, boys, As they did on the 12th of May. This is no time for sighing What eer our fate, may be Tis sweet to think that dying, We will leave our country free! Though the storms of battle pelt her Shell defy the tyrants sway, And our breasts shall be her shelter As they were on the 12th of May, boys, As they were on the 12th of May! 
 
ONLY A PRIVATE. 
 
BEECHENBROOK. 
 
Only a private and who will care 
 
When I may pass away 
 
Or how, or why I perish, or where 
 
I mix with the common clay? 
 
They will fill my empty place again 
 
With another as bold and brave, 
 
And theyll blot me out ere the autumn rain 
 
] 
 
Has freshened my nameless grave. 
 
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Only a private; it matters not That I did my duty well, 
That all through a score of battles I fought, And then, like a soldier fell; 
The country I died for never will heed My unrequited claim; 
And history cannot record the deed For she never has heard my name. 
Only a private and yet I know, When I heard the rallying call, 
I was one of the very first to go, And * * Im one of the many who fall. 
But, as here I lie, it is sweet to feel, That my honors without a stain, 
That I only fought for my countrys weal, And not for glory or gain. 
Only a private, yet he who reads Through the guises of the heart, 
Looks not at the splendor of the deeds But the way we do our part; 
And when He shall take us hy the hand, And our small service own, 
Therell a glorious hand of privates stand As Victors around the throne. 
GOD SAVE THE SOUTH. 
BY G. H. MILES, BALTIMORE. 
God save the South! God save the South! Her altars and firesides 
God save the South! Now that the war is nigh, Now that we arm to die, Chanting our battle-cry, 
Freedom or death! 
 
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God be our shield! At home or a-field, Stretch Thine arm over us. 
Strengthen and save! What though theyre five to one, Forward each sire and son, Strike till the war is done, 
Strike to the grave. God make the right Stronger than night! Millions would trample us 
Down in their pride. Lay, thou, their legions low; Roll back the ruthless foe; Let the proud spoiler know 
Gods on our side! Hark! honors call, Summoning all Summoning all of us 
Up to the strife. Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break! Strike for dear honors sake, 
Freedom and life! Rebels before Were our fathers of yore; Rebel, the glorious name 
Washington borei Why, then, be ours the same Title he snatched from shame, Making it first in fame, 
Odious, no more. War to the hilt! Theirs be the guilt, Who fetter the freeman 
To ransom the slave. Up, then, and undismayed. Sheathe not the battle-blade, Till the last foe is laid 
Low in the grave. 
 
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God save the South! God save the South! Dry the dim eyes that now 
Follow our path. Still let the light feet rove Safe through the orange grove; Still keep the land we love 
Safe from all wrath. 
God save the South! God save the South! Her altars and firesides 
God save the South! For the rude war is nigh, And we must win or die, Chanting our battle-cry 
Freedom or death! 
REBEL IS A SACRED NAME. 
[Written by an Inmate of the Old Capital Prison, Wash ington City.} 
Rebel is a sacred name, Traitor too is glorious, 
By such names our fathers fought, By them were victorious. CHORUS. 
Gaily float our rebel flag, Over hill and valley, 
Broad its bars and bright its stars Calling us to rally. 
Washington a rebel was, Jefferson a traitor, 
But their treason won success And made their glory greater. Chorus: Gaily float, etc. 
 
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Oer our Southern sunny strand, Vandal feet are treading, 
And the Hessians on our land, Devastation spreading. Chorus: Gaily float, etc. 
Can you then inactive be? Maidens fair are saying, 
And their bright eyes shame us out, With this long delaying. Chorus: Gaily float, etc. 
Rouse ye children of the free, Rally to our streamer; 
The vandal flag floats oer our land Awaken Southern dreamer! Chorus: Gaily float, etc. 
Rebel arms shall win the fight, Rebel prayers defend us; 
Rebel maidens greet us home When tyrants no more rend us. Chorus: Gaily float, etc. 
 A PATRIOT IF YOU SUCCEED--A REBEL IF YOU FAIL' 
BY PETER PEPPERCORN IN THE RICHMOND TIMES MAY 26TH1866. "Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician scorn To see the things thou dost not." King Lear, Act IV, Scene VI. 
Where the Elizabeth and James, Their flowing streams unite, 
Within the Fortress of Monroe, Appeared the other night, 
A ghost, but darned if I can state How he got in at any rate. 
 
 He walked straight way to Carroll Hall, And gave the door a rap, 
Which roused the drowsy sentinel, Out of his dreamy nap. 
And made him tremble like a leaf, It was so sudden and so brief. 
However, he unlocked the door, 
And Saint Peter save us, The ghost said, Tin George Washington, 
And come to see Jeff. Da vis; Now, point his room out, and right awayBe quick, be silent and obey." 
Then George stalked into Jeffs room And said, "Friend Jeff, how are you, 
I see they have not killed you yet; I hope I do not scare you?" 
"Oh, no," said Jeff, "but pray be seated, Your visit is appreciated." 
"Indeed," said George, "Im glad of that It gives me consolation; 
But tell me. Jeff, what do you think About your situation? 
I hear that congress, in due season, Intends to have you tried for treason." 
"Theres not a doubt at all," says Jeff, "Theyll have me put on trial, 
For since your time the Yankees have Become extremely loyal; 
Their taxes pay without a word, For which they damned old George the Third. 
"But tell me, George, how is it you Are praised and me derided? 
You went in for secession, And held slaves as well as I did; 
I must confess I cannot see The difference twixt you and me." 
 
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"Pooh, pooh," says George, "I wonder at A man of your discretion; 
New England in my day held slaves, And went in for secession; 
And would have been the same to-day. But. dont you see, it would not pay. 
"Besides, you know, to turn their coats The saints are mighty handy, 
And are as fond of power and cash As girls are fond of candy; 
I always found those shoe-peg peddlers A canting set of knavish meddlers. 
"Republics are ungrateful Jeff, You know it to your cost; 
They praise me up because Iivon, Damn you because you lost; 
Thats all the difference I can see, Friend Jeff, there is twixt you and me. 
"However, Jeff, take my advice, If they should prosecute you, 
Your conduct justify by mine, The knaves cannot refute you. 
Be this the burthen of your song: If George was right, Jeff was not wrong. 
"But should the bigots now in power, All human aid deny you, 
Then meet your fate like a brave man, The world will justify you. 
But here our conference must end; Be candid and be firm, mv*/ friend." 
The ghost then walked put of the room, With military precision, 
And I awoke and rubbed my eyes, And found it but a vision, 
Brought on by sleeping on my back, And drinking too much applejack. 
 
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A CONFEDERATE NOTE. 
[Written on the back of a $500 note, presented to Miss Anna Rush, of Philadelphia, by the author, Major S. A. Jones, editor Aberdeen (Miss.) Examiner.] 
Representing nothing on Gods green earth now, And naught in the water below it 
As the pledge of a nation thats dead and gone, Keep it, dear friend, and show it. 
Show it to those who will lend an ear. To the tale that this trifle will tell 
Of liberty born of a patriots dreams, Of a storm-cradled nation that fell. 
Too poor to possess the precious ores, 
And too much of a stranger to borrow, She issued to-day her promise to pay, 
And hoped to redeem on the morrow. 
The days rolled on and weeks became years, But our coffers were empty still; 
Coin was so scarce that the treasury quaked, If a dollar should drop in the till. 
But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed, And our poverty well we discerned; 
And this little check represents the pay That our suffering veterans earned. 
We knew it had hardly a value in gold, Yet as gold our soldiers received it; 
It gazed in our eyes with a "promise" to pay, And each patriot soldier believed it. 
But our boys thought little of price or pay, Or the bills that were overdue, 
We knew if it bought our bread to-day, Twas the best our poor country could do. 
Keep it it tells our history over, From the birth of the dream to the last 
Modest, and born of the angel Hope, Like our hope of success, it passed!" 
 
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THE VOICE FROM TATTNALLS TOMB. 
BY EDWIN DELEON. 
[When, a few years since, an English squadron was engaged with the forts on the Peiho, one of our ships ran on a bank, and was suffer ing severely from the Chinese fire. An American frigate which was in the river came to her help, the commander (Tattnall) saying briefly that blood was thicker than water. Froudes speech at Delmonicos.] 
* fcBlood is thicker than water," Twas thus our Tattnall said, 
When the crimson tide of slaughter, Dyed Peihos river red; 
And the crippled British Lion, Wounded and smitten sore 
By the claws of Chinas .Dragon Fought on with angry roar. 
"Blood is thicker than water," Said Tattnall with bated breath, 
Then steered his gallant frigate Eight into the jaws of death, 
Where shot and shell fell thickest, From the batteries on the shore, 
While the shattered hulks of Britain, Could answer them no more. 
The evening sun shone lurid, Through that war clouds smoky pall 
When the Eagle and the Lion, Drove the Dragon from his wall; 
And the rescued fleet of Britain, Blessed the bold and fearless brother, 
Who on Pagan shores repeated, "Let us love one another." 
"Blood is thicker than water," The veteran said once more, 
When fratricidal slaughter, Had drenched our land with gore, 
And at the call of duty He left that flag his pride 
Fought for friends, home and freedom, Lost broke his heart and died. 
Yet from that grave an echo, 
 
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Goes sounding through the world, Though Peace again sits smiling, 
And battle flags are furled. 
"Blood is thicker than water," 
O brethren! list that voice, And like Tattnall on the Peiho, 
Make the Southern heart rejoice; Smite with us the deadly dragon 
That poisons our peace; Bruise the serpent head of hatred 
Let. fraternal discord cease; Let the dove of Concord hover, 
Over Tattnalls lowly grave, And the words he nobly uttered, 
Be once more a spell to save. 
THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER BOY. 
BY FATHER RYAN. 
Young as the youngest who donned the grey, True as the truest who wore it, 
Brave as the bravest he marched away, (Hot tears on the cheeks of his mother lay); Triumphant waved our flag one day, 
He fell in front before it. 
CHORUS. A grave in the wood with the grass oer grown, 
A grave in the heart of his mother, His clay in the one lifeless and lone, 
But his memorv/ lives in the other. 
Firm as the firmest where duty led, He hurried without a falter; 
Bold as the boldest he fought and bled, And the day was won but the field was red; And the blood of his fresh young hearty was 
shed, On his countrys hallowed altar. 
 
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On the trampled breast of the battle plain, Where the foremost ranks had wrestled, 
The fairest form mid all the slain Like a child asleep he nestled. 
In the solemn of the woods that swept, The field where his comrades found him, 
They buried him there, and strong men wept, As in silence they gathered round him. 
LET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER. 
Let me kiss him for his mother. Let me kiss his dear youthful brow; 
I will love him for his mother, And seek her blessing now. 
Kind friends have soothd his pillow, Have watched his every care, 
Beneath the weeping willow, Oh! lay him gently, there. 
CHORUS. 
Sleep, dearest, sleep, I love you as a brother; 
Kind friends around you weep, Ive kissed you for your mother. 
Let me kiss him for his mother, What though left a lone stranger here, 
She has loved him as none other, I feel her blessing near. 
Though cold that form lies sleeping, Sweet angels watch around, 
Dear friends are near thee weeping, 
Oh! lay him gently, down. 
Sleep, dearest, sleep, etc. 
Let me kiss him for his mother, Or perchance a fond sister dear, 
If a father or a brother, 
I know their blessings here. Then kiss him for his mother, 
 
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Twill soothe her after years; Farewell dear stranger brother, 
Our requiem, our tears. Sleep, dearest, sleep, etc. 
HER ANSWER. 
Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing, 
Ever made by the hand above, A womans heart, and a womans life, 
And womans wonderful love? 
Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing. 
As a child might ask for a toy, Demanding what others have died to win, 
With the reckless dash of a boy. 
You have written my lesson of duty out, Men like you have questioned me, 
Now stand at the bar of my womans soul, Until I shall question thee. 
You are wanting a cook for your mutton and beef, 
I require a much greater thing, A seamstress youre wanting for socks and for 
shirts, I look for a man and a king. A king for the beautiful realm called home, And a man that his Maker God Shall look upon as he did on the first, And say, "It is very good." 
I am young and fair, but the rose will fade From my soft young cheek some day. 
Will you love me then mid the falling leaves, As you did midst the blossoms of May? 
Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep, I can launch my all on its tide? 
A loving woman finds heaven or hell, The day she becomes a bride. 
J 
 
 "WAIT TILL THE WAR, LOVE, IS OVER." 
[Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1864, by Blackman Bros., in clerks office of the C. S. District for Southern District of Georgia.] 
Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright, The birds sweet song was lovely, 
I wandered in the moons pale light. With her I loved so fondly; 
Her face with smiles shone cheerfullv/ , My heart with joy ran over, 
As tenderly she whispered me, " Wait till the war, love, is over." 
CHORUS.  
Wait love, wait love, wait till the war, love, is over. 
 
To leave that form I loved so well, The cherished friends to sever, 
I could not check the tears that fell, The parting seemed forever; 
Ah! then my thoughts were glad and free With joy my heart ran over, 
When in my ear she whispered me, Wait till the war, love, is over. 
CHORUS. 
* 
Wait love, wait love, wait till the war, love, is over. 
Twas sad indeed to leave that form, The maid so fair and sprightly, 
In calm or in the battle storm She eer appears so brightly, 
.At dead of night she comes to me, (The days long fight is over), 
And says, with sweet voice cheeringly, Hope, for the war will be over. 
CHORUS. Hope love, hope love, hope for the war will be 
over. 
 
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Sweet peace will once more bless our land, 
The foe, the field forsaking; HI hasten home with heart and hand, 
And find her truth unshaken, Ah! then my heart so light and free, 
With joy it will run over. To hear her sweet voice say to me, 
Come, for the war, love, is over. * CHORUS. 
Come love, come love, come for the war, love, is over. 
WAIT FOR THE WAGON. 
[Southern Version.] 
Come all ye sons of freedom, And join our Southern band, 
We are going to fight the Yankees, 
And drive them from our land. Justice is our motto. 
And Providence our guide, So jump into the wagon, 
And well all take a ride. 
CHORUS. So wait for the wagon! the dissolution wagon, The South is our wagon, and well all take a ride. 
Secession is our watch word, Our rights we all demand; 
To defend our homes and fipesides, We pledge our hearts and hands. 
Jeff Davis is our President, 
With Stephens by his side; Great Beauregard our General, 
He joins us in our ride. 
Chorus: So wait for the wagon, etc. 
 
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Our wagon is the very best, The running gear is good, 
Stuffed round the sides with cotton, And made of Southern wood. 
Carolina is the driver, With Georgia by her side, 
Virginia holds the flag up, While we all take a ride. Chorus: So wait for the wagon, etc. 
 
Old Lincoln and his congressmen, With Seward by his side, 
Put old Scott in the wagon Just for to take a ride. 
McDowell was the driver, To cross Bull Eun he tried, 
But there he left the wagon. For Beauregard to ride. Chorus: So wait for the wagon, etc. 
 
The invading tribe called Yankees, With Lincoln for their guide, 
Tried to keep good old Kentucky, From joining in the ride; 
But she heeded not their entreaties She has come into the ring; 
She wouldnt fight for a government, Where cotton wasnt king. Chorus: So wait for the wagon, etc. 
 
Manassas was the battle ground. 
 
The field was fair and wide:* The Yankees thought theyd wipe 
 
us 
 
out, 
 
And on to Richmond ride; 
 
But when they met our "Dixie" boys, 
 
Their danger they espied, 
 
They wheeled about for Washington, 
 
And didnt wait to ride. 
 
Chorus: So w^it for the wagon, etc. 
 
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Brave Beauregard, God bless him! Led legions in his stead. 
While Johnston seized the colors, And waved them oer his head. 
So rising generations. With pleasure we will tell, 
How bravely our Fisher, And gallant Johnson fell. 
Chorus: So wait for the wagon, etc. 
THE OLD ARM CHAIR. 
1 love it, I love it, and who shall dare 
To chide me for loving the old arm chair ? Ive treasurd it long as a holy prize. 
Ive bedewd it with tears, and embalmd it with sighs; 
3Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; Not a tie will break, not a link will start, Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there And a sacred thing is that old arm chair. 
In childhoods home, I lingered near 
The hallowd seat with listning ear; And gentle words would mother give. To fit me to die, and teach me to live. She told me shame would never betide, 
With truth for my creed, and God for my 
guide: 
She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer. As I knelt beside that old arm chair. 
I sat and watched her many a day, 
When her eyes grew dim, and her locks were gray: 
And I almost worshippd her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child. Years rolld on, but the last one sped My idol was shattered, my earth-star fled; I learned how much the heart can bear, When I saw her die in the old arm chair. 
 
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Tis past, tis past! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow; Twas there she nursed me, twas there she died, And memry flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek; But I love it. I love it, and can not tear My soul from a mothers old arm chair. 
THE SOUTHERN GIRL. 
Oh! yes I am a Southern girl, I glory in the name, 
And boast it with far greater pride, Than glittering wealth or fame. 
We envy not the Northern girl, Her robes of beauties rare, 
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck And pearls bedeck her hair. 
CHORUS. 
Hurrah! Hurrah! For the sunny South so dear, 
Three cheers for the homespun dress, The Southern ladies wear. 
The homespun dress is plain I know, My hats palmetto too, 
But then it shows what Southern girls, For Southern rights will do. 
We have sent the bravest of our land, To battle with the foe, 
And we will lend a helping hand, We love the South, you know. 
Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! etc. 
Now Northern goods are out of date, And since old Abes blockade, 
We Southern girls can be content. With goods thats Southern made. 
 
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We sent our sweethearts to the war, But, dear girls, never mind. 
Your soldiers love will neer forget 
The girl hes left behind. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! etc. 
The soldier is the lad for me 
A brave heart I adore; And when the sunny South is free, 
And fighting is no more, Ill choose me then a lover brave, 
From put that gallant band. The soldier lad I love the best, 
Shall have my heart and hand. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! etc. 
This Southern lands a glorious land, 
And has a glorious cause, Then cheer, three cheers for Southern rights 
And for the Southern boys. We scorn to wear a bit of silk, 
A bit of Northern lace, But make our homespun dresses up, 
And wear them with such grace. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! etc. 
And now young man a word to you, If you would win the fair, 
Go to the field where honor calls, And win your lady there. 
Remember that our brightest smiles, Are for the true and brave, 
And that our tears are all for those, Who fill a soldiers grave. 
CHORUS. 
Hurrah! Hurrah! For the sunny South so dear, 
Three cheers for the homespun dress, The Southern ladies wear. 
 
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SAVANNAH, 
BY H. C. B. 
[Published in Augusta Constitutionalist, April 14, 1862.] 
The spoilers tread is on thy soil, Fair city of our land; 
His touch is almost on thy brow, From thine own rivers strand. 
Savannah, river of our love, The foe is on thy breast, 
Thy waves are like the troubled sea, Which dreameth not of rest. 
Pulaski fallen ! Georgias hopes Lie withered on the ground, 
Yet brave hearts pant for victory still, And circle thee around. 
And thou dost in thy beauty stand, 
Fair as a virgin queen, Springs crown of flowers upon thy brow, 
Thy robe of living green. Canst thou be decked like victims oft, 
For sacrifice alone ? Will strong arms shield thee, sister dear? 
Is sad Augustas mourn. Daughters of one fond mothers care, 
Our noble Empire State. Ye wait one common destiny, 
Ye share each others fate. Oh, land of love, and of my birth ! 
I loved thee in thy pride, But never did I test that love 
Till woe did thee betide ! Wear we no more a freemans crown, 
Shall strangers tread our soil ? Reap we no more where we have sown, 
Shall others reap our toil ? 
 
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Forbid it Father, let us be As thine own chastened child, 
But spare us as thy free born ones. And hush this anguish wild ! 
HOME AGAIN. 
BY MARSHALL S. PIKE, ESQ. 
Home again, home again, From a foreign shore, 
And oh! it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more; 
Here I droppd the parting tear, To cross the oceans foam, 
But now Im once again with those, Who kindly greet me home. 
CHORUS. 
Home again, home again, From a foreign shore, 
And oh! it fills my soul with joy. To meet my friends once more. 
Happy hearts, happy hearts, 
With mine have laughd in glee. But oh! the friends I lovd in youth 
Seem happier to me; And if my guide should be the fate 
Which bids me longer roam, But death alone can break the tie 
That binds my heart to home. Chorus: Home again, home again, etc. 
Music sweet, music soft, Lingers round the place 
And oh! I feel the childhood charm, That time cannot efface; 
Then give me but my homestead roof. Ill ask no palace dome, 
For I can live a happy life With those I love at home. 
-Chorus: Home again, home again, etc. 
 
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DATES OF PRINCIPAL EVENTS. 
 
First call for a State Convention in South Carolina to form the Southern Confederacy was made ?th November, 1860, to meet at Columbia, S. C. t 17th December, 1860. 
 
STATES SECEDED AS FOLLOWS. 
 
South Carolina, .... 20th December, 1860 
 
Mississippi, - 
 
9th January, 1861 
 
Florida, ...... ioth January, 1861 
 
Alabama, - - - - 
 
- llth January, 1861 
 
Georgia, ------ 18th January, 1861 
 
Louisiana, .... 
 
. 26th January, 1861 
 
Texas, - - - ... 1st Februarv, 1861 Virginia, ------ i?th April, 1861 
 
Arkansas, ------- 6th May, 1861 
 
Tennessee, - - - - - - - 6th May, 1861 
 
North Carolina, - - - - - 20th May, 1861 Missouri, ------ 2d November, 1861 
 
1860 
Dec. 25. Major Anderson moved to Fort Sumter, from Fort Moultrie. 
 
1861 
Jan. 9. "Star of the West" fired upon. 
 
" 12. Pensacola Navy Yard surrendered to Florida troops. 
Feb. 4. Convention met in Montgomery, Ala., to or ganize Southern Confederacy. 
 
" 9. Delegates elected Jefferson Davis of Mississippi President, and Alexander H. Stephens of Georgia, Vice President. 
 
" 18. Jefferson Davis inaugurated. First Cabinet of 
 
Confederacy: Robert Toornbs of Georgia, 
 
Secretary of State; C. C. Memminger of South 
 
Carolina, Secretary of Treasury; L. P. Walker 
 
of Alabama, Secretary of War; S. R. Mallory 
 
of Florida, Secretary of Navy; J. P. Benja 
 
min of Louisiana, Attorney General; J. H 
 
I 
 
Reagan of Texas, Postmaster General. 
 
April 12. Major General Beauregard opened fire on Fort 
 
Sumter. 
 
" 13. Fort Sumter surrendered. Reduced in thirty- 
 
three hours. 
 
" 19. President of United States issued a proclama 
 
tion establishing blockade of Southern ports. 
 
May 14. Great Britain recognized Confederates as bel 
 
ligerents. 
 
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IS6I. 
June 10. France recognized Confederates as belligerents. 11. Netherlands recognized Confederates as bellig erents 
" 17. Spain recognized Confederates as belligerents. 30. Confederate States steamer Sumter escaped from New Orleans, commanded by Captain Semmes. 
July 20. Confederate States Capital removed to Rich mond, Va. 
" 21. First battle of Manassas, or Bull Run; Confed erate States Commanders J. E. Johnston and P. G. T. Beauregard; United States Com mander McDowell. Confederates States 28,000 men; United States 50,000 men. 
Aug. 1 Brazil recognized Confederates as belligerents. Oct. 21 Battle of Balls Bluff, Va., by General Evans. 
 
1862 
Jan. 19 Confederate States steamer Sumter arrived at Gibralter. 
Feb. 15. Fort Donelson, on Mississippi River, surren dered to United States. 
March . Fernandina, Fla., evacuated by Confederates. " 11. St. Augustine, Fla., surrendered to United States. " 12. Jacksonville, Fla., surrendered to United States. 
April 6. Battle of Shiloh; General A. S. Johnston killed. May 5. Battle of Williamsburg. General J. E. John 
ston, with 50,000 Confederates, attacked by General McClellan, with 110,000 Federals, but repulsed by Johnston with great vigor, who captured many prisoners, 10 colors and 12 field pieces. 9. Pensaeola, Fla., evacuated and Navy Yard destroyed by Confederates. " 10. Norfolk, Va., evacuated. " 11. Ironclad Virginia (Merrimac) destroyed. " 22. Galveston, Texas, captured by United States. 31. Battles of Seven Pines and Fair Oaks. June 9. Battle of Port Republic, under Stonewall Jack son. 
 
SEVEN DAYS BATTLES, UNDER GENERAL LEE. 
 
June (t 
 
26. Battle of Mechanicsville. 27. Battle of Games Mills, or Cold Harbor. 28. Battle of Garnetts Farm. 
 
29. Battle of Savages Station. 
 
30. Battle of Fraziers Farm. 
 
July 1. Battle of Malvern Hill. 
 
Aug. Setp( t. Dec. 
 
30. Second Battle of Manassas, under General Lee. 8. Confederates invade Maryland. 17. Battle of Sharpsburer, Md. 15 Battle of Fredericksburg. 81. Battle of Murfreesboro, Ky. 
 
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1863 
 
Jan. 1. Galveston, Texas, recaptured by Confederates- 
 
" 11. Confederate States steamer Alabama sunk 
 
United States steamer Hatteras near Galves 
 
ton, Texas. 
 
" 21. Anniversary of General T. J. (Stonewall) Jack 
 
sons birth (1824). 
 
Feb. 6. Anniversary of General John B. Gordons birth 
 
(1832). 
 
April 7. Fort Sumter, 8. C., attacked by ironclads, 
 
but defeated; Keokuk sunk in 13 feet water. 
 
Jan.. 19. Anniversay of General Robert E. Lees birth 
 
(1806). 
 
May 2,3,4. Battle of Chancellorsville, Va.; Stonewall Jack 
 
son wounded. 
 
* 10. Stonewall Jackson died from his wounds. 
 
" 19. Vicksburg, Miss., Invested. 
 
June 1. Anniversary of Major General Jno. H. Morgans 
 
birth (1825). Pennsylvania invaded by Con 
 
federates. 
 
3. Anniversary of President Davis birth (1808). 
 
9. General J. E. B. Stuart surprised by 15,000 of 
 
United States cavalry, but gained the battle 
 
(this was the only cavalry battle of the war), 
 
at Brandy Station, Va. 
 
July 2. Battle of Gettysburg. 
 
" 4. Vicksburg surrendered by General Pemberton. 
 
" 11. First assault on Battery Wagner, Charleston 
 
Harbor. 
 
" 16. Jackson, Miss., evacuated by Confederates. 
 
" 18. Second assault on Battery Wagner. 
 
Aug 22. Bombardment of Charleston commenced. 
 
Sept. 6. Battery Wagner (third assault) evacuated by 
 
the Confederates after a siege of 58 days 
 
" 8. Night assault on Fort Sumter, S. C., by United 
 
States. 
 
" 18-20. Battle of Chickamauga by Generals Bragg and 
 
Rosencrans; Bragg victorious. 
 
Nov. 25. Battle of Missionary Ridge by Bragg and Grant. 
 
Dec. 9. Battle of Sabine Pass; United States vessels 
 
defeated. (Shennan organized an army of 
 
100,000 men at Chattanooga with which to 
 
invade Georgia). 
 
1864 
 
May 5-6. Battle of the Wilderness. 
 
 5-12. Fighting around Dalton, Ga., by Johnston and 
 
Shernlan. 
 
" 11. General J. E. B. Stuart mortally wounded at 
 
Yellow Tavern, Va; Stuart 1,100, Sheriden 
 
" 
 
8,000 men. 12. Battle of Spottsylvania Court House^ 
 
13-15. Fighting near Resaca. Ga. 
 
19. Fighting near Cassville, Ga. 
 
25. Fighting at New Hope Church. 
 
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1864. 
May 25. Battle of North Anna. 
 
27. Battle to right of New Hope Church. 
 
June 3. United States steamer Water Witch captured 
 
by the Confederates in Ossabaw Sound, Ga. 
 
3. Second battle of Cold Harbor. 
 
" 14. Lieutenant General Polk killed on Pine Moun 
 
tain, Ga. 
 
19. Confederate States steamer Alabama sunk by 
 
United States steamer Kearsarge near Cher 
 
bourg, France. " 27. Battle of Kennesaw Mountain, Gra. 
 
July 17." General Joseph E. Johnston relieved and Gen 
 
eral J. B. Hood put in command Army of 
 
Tennessee. 
 
Aug. 
 
Battle of Mobile Bay. 
 
Sept. 
 
2. Fall of Atlanta, Ga. 19. Battle of Winchester. Va. 
 
Dee. 16. Battle of Nashville, Tenn. 
 
20. Savannah, Ga., evacuated by Lieutenant Gen 
 
eral Hardee. 
 
1865 
 
Jan. 15. Fort Fisher, N. C., captured by United States. 
 
Feb. 3. Anniversarv of General Joseph E. Johnstons 
 
birth (1807). 
 
17. Charleston, S. C., evacuated. 
 
17. Columbia. S. C., evacuated. 
 
19. Wilmington, N. C. evacuated. 
 
23. General Joseph E. Johnston assigned to com 
 
mand of Army of Tennessee in North Caro 
 
lina. 
 
March 3. Confederate States Army crossed the Pee Dee 
 
River at Cheraw, S. C. 
 
10. General Kilpatricks camp surprised and cap 
 
tured by General Wade Hampton. 
 
" 15. Battle of Averysboro, N. C. 
 
19. Battle of Bentonville, N. C. 
 
April 1. Battle of Five Forks. 
 
2. Evacuation of Petersburg, Va. 
 
*< it 
 
Richmond evacuated. 6. Battle of Sailors Creek. 
General R. E. Lee surrendered his Army of 
 
11. 
 
about 27,805 men to General Grant. Mobile evacuated by the Confederates. 
 
14. President A. Lincoln killed by J. Wilkes Booth. 
 
26. Booth killed at Garretts Farm, near Bowling 
 
Green, Va. 
 
26. General Joseph E. Johnston surrendered his 
 
Army of 89,360 men to Shennan. 
 
May 4. General Richard Taylor surrendered all of the 
 
forces, 42,443 men, east of the Mississippi 
 
River to General Canby. 
 
26. General Kirby Smith surrendered all of the 
 
forces, 17,686 men, west of the Mississippi 
 
River to General Canby.