Songs of the soldiers, arranged and ed. by F. Moore, Svazek 63Frank Moore 1864 |
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Anderson Zouaves Army Baltimore battle battle-cry of Freedom BATTLE-HYMN beneath bless blood blue BOARD THE CUMBERLAND BONNIE BLUE FLAG boys will fight BRAVE BOYS brothers Chorus country's dear death E pluribus unum Erin go bragh fall fathers fights mit Sigel float fray FREEDOM'S LAND freemen gallant gleam glorious glory hallelujah hand Hark Heaven heroes Hurrah huzza JOHN BROWN SONG Liberty little drummer beat little Rhody Lord Lovell loyal Massachusetts mountain nation native land never nine miles o'er old flag Onward patriot peace Plough prairies Rebel REGIMENT Right sacred says Private MAGUIRE Secession Shouting the battle-cry sing Skedaddle soldiers sons soul is marching South Carolina gentleman Star-Spangled Banner starry banner starry flag Stars and Stripes Stripes and Stars sword T. B. ALDRICH thee Thou Three cheers thunder traitors treason true Union flag victory WAR-SONG wave Yankee boys
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Strana 17 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone. And from his lips escaped a groan Excelsior! Try not the Pass!
Strana 246 - Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land! Chorus Den I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand, To lib and die in Dixie; Away, away, away down south in Dixie; Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Strana 95 - Morris cried, Small need to pass the word; Our men at quarters ranged themselves, Before the drum was heard. And then began the sailors' jests: " What thing is that, I say ? " "A 'long-shore meeting-house adrift Is standing down the bay. A frown came over Morris' face; The strange dark craft he knew; "That is the iron Merrimav, Manned by a rebel crew.
Strana 101 - Then I remember little more ; one look to heaven I gave, Where, like an angel's wing, I saw our spotless ensign wave. I tried to cheer. I cannot say whether I swam or sank ; A blue mist closed around my eyes, and everything was blank.
Strana 97 - As hail bounds from a cottage-thatch, and round her leaped and danced ! Or when against her dusky hull we struck a fair, full blow, The mighty, solid iron globes were crumbled up like snow, On, on, with fast increasing speed, the silent monster came, Though all our starboard battery was one long line of flame. She heeded not ; no...
Strana 99 - Yes, cheering, calling us by name, Struggling with failing breath, To keep their shipmates at the post Where glory strove with death. With decks afloat, and powder gone, The last broadside we gave From the guns' heated iron lips Burst out beneath the wave.
Strana 164 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible, swift sword, His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on!
Strana 43 - ... name was true), For whom the little drummer beat His rat-tat-too. Our army rose at midnight, Ten thousand men as one, Each slinging on his knapsack, And snatching up his gun : "Forward!
Strana xiv - O, the fury of the fight Even then was at its height ! Yet no breath, from noon till night, Reached us here ; We had almost ceased to wonder, And the day had faded under, When the echo of the thunder Filled each ear ! Then our hearts more fiercely beat, As we crowded on the street, Hot to gather and repeat All the tale; All the doubtful chances turning, Till our souls with shame were burning, As if twice our bitter yearning Could avail ! Who had fired the earliest gun ? Was the fort by traitors won...
Strana 187 - An' de yar ob jubilo. De oberseer he makes us trubble, An' he dribe us roun' a spell, We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, Wid de key flung in de well. De whip am lost, de han'-cuff broke, But de massy hab his pay; He big an' ole enough for to know better Dan to went an