Southern War Songs: Camp-Fire, Patriotic and Sentimental [Illustrated]

This edition features
• illustrations
• linked Footnotes and linked Index

INDEX TO FIRST LINES (partial list)
A farmer came to camp, one day, with milk and eggs to sell
A flash from the edge of a hostile trench
Aha! a song for the trumpet's tongue
Alas! the rolling hours pass slow
A life on the Vicksburg bluff
All quiet along the Potomac to-night
A nation has sprung into life
Arise! Arise! with main and might
Arise! Ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save
As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day
A soldier boy from Texas lay gasping on the field
At Bull Run, when the sun was low
A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone
Away down South in de fields of cotton
Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name
Bravely ye've fought, my gallant, gallant men
By blue Patapsco's billowy dash
By the cross upon our banner — glory of our Southern sky
Can'st tell who lose the battle oft in the council field
Cheer, boys, cheer! we'll march away to battle
Childhood's days have long since faded
Come, all ye sons of freedom
Come all ye temper'd hearts of steel — come, quit your flocks and farms
Come, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell
Come, brothers! rally for the right
Come! come! come
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails
Countrymen of Washington
Darkies, has you seed my massa
Dear mother, I remember well
Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me
Down by the valley, 'mid thunder and lightning
Ever constant, ever true
Fair ladies and maids of all ages
Fearlessly the seas we roam
Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won
Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free
Fold away all your bright tinted dresses
Fold it up carefully, lay it aside
Forth from its scabbard pure and bright
For sixty days and upward a storm of shell and shot
For trumpet and drum, leave the soft voice of maiden
From Houston City and Brazos bottom
Furl that banner, for 'tis weary
Gallant nation, foiled by numbers
God bless our Southern land
God save the South
Halt! the march is over
Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains
Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades
Hark! 'tis the shrill trumpet calling
Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band
Have you counted up the cost
Hear the summons, sons of Texas
Hear ye not the sound of battle
He fell and they cried, bring us home our dead!
Ho, gallants, brim the beaker bowl
Hurrah! for the Southern confederate State
Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of song and story
Huzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry
I am dreaming of thee
I cannot listen to your words, the land is long and wide
I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun
If ever I consent to be married
I leave my home, and thee, dear, with sorrow at my heart
I'll sing you a song of the South's sunny clime
I'm a soldier, you see, that oppression has made
I'm gwine back to de land of cotton
I'm 'nation tired of being hired
In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers
I remember the hour when sadly we parted
"Is there any news of the war?" she said
It vos in Ni Orleans City
It was on a New Year's morn so soon
I've seen some handsome uniforms deck'd off with buttons bright
I wish I was in de land o' cotton
I wish I was in de land ob cotton
Just listen awhile, and give ear to my song
King Abraham is very sick
Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear
Knitting for the soldiers
Lady, I go to fight for thee
Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing
Land of the South! the fairest land
Let me whisper in your ear, sir
Like the roar of the wintry surges on a wild tempestuous strand
Little do rich people know
Lo! the Southland queen emerging
Lo! when Mississippi rolls
Maiden, pray for thy lover now
March, march on, brave "Palmetto" boys
'Mid her ruins proudly stands
Missouri is the pride of the Nation