{"product_id":"2940013354067","title":"Southern War Songs: Camp-Fire, Patriotic and Sentimental [Illustrated]","description":"This edition features\u003cbr\u003e • illustrations\u003cbr\u003e • linked Footnotes and linked Index\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINDEX TO FIRST LINES (partial list)\u003cbr\u003eA farmer came to camp, one day, with milk and eggs to sell  \u003cbr\u003eA flash from the edge of a hostile trench  \u003cbr\u003eAha! a song for the trumpet's tongue  \u003cbr\u003eAlas! the rolling hours pass slow  \u003cbr\u003eA life on the Vicksburg bluff  \u003cbr\u003eAll quiet along the Potomac to-night  \u003cbr\u003eA nation has sprung into life  \u003cbr\u003eArise! Arise! with main and might  \u003cbr\u003eArise! Ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save  \u003cbr\u003eAs a couple of good soldiers were walking one day  \u003cbr\u003eA soldier boy from Texas lay gasping on the field  \u003cbr\u003eAt Bull Run, when the sun was low  \u003cbr\u003eA warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone  \u003cbr\u003eAway down South in de fields of cotton  \u003cbr\u003eBob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name  \u003cbr\u003eBravely ye've fought, my gallant, gallant men  \u003cbr\u003eBy blue Patapsco's billowy dash  \u003cbr\u003eBy the cross upon our banner — glory of our Southern sky  \u003cbr\u003eCan'st tell who lose the battle oft in the council field  \u003cbr\u003eCheer, boys, cheer! we'll march away to battle  \u003cbr\u003eChildhood's days have long since faded  \u003cbr\u003eCome, all ye sons of freedom  \u003cbr\u003eCome all ye temper'd hearts of steel — come, quit your flocks and farms  \u003cbr\u003eCome, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell  \u003cbr\u003eCome, brothers! rally for the right  \u003cbr\u003eCome! come! come  \u003cbr\u003eCome, stack arms, men! pile on the rails  \u003cbr\u003eCountrymen of Washington  \u003cbr\u003eDarkies, has you seed my massa  \u003cbr\u003eDear mother, I remember well  \u003cbr\u003eDo they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me  \u003cbr\u003eDown by the valley, 'mid thunder and lightning  \u003cbr\u003eEver constant, ever true  \u003cbr\u003eFair ladies and maids of all ages  \u003cbr\u003eFearlessly the seas we roam  \u003cbr\u003eFighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won  \u003cbr\u003eFlag of the Southland! Flag of the free  \u003cbr\u003eFold away all your bright tinted dresses  \u003cbr\u003eFold it up carefully, lay it aside  \u003cbr\u003eForth from its scabbard pure and bright  \u003cbr\u003eFor sixty days and upward a storm of shell and shot  \u003cbr\u003eFor trumpet and drum, leave the soft voice of maiden  \u003cbr\u003eFrom Houston City and Brazos bottom  \u003cbr\u003eFurl that banner, for 'tis weary  \u003cbr\u003eGallant nation, foiled by numbers  \u003cbr\u003eGod bless our Southern land  \u003cbr\u003eGod save the South  \u003cbr\u003eHalt! the march is over  \u003cbr\u003eHark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains  \u003cbr\u003eHark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades  \u003cbr\u003eHark! 'tis the shrill trumpet calling  \u003cbr\u003eHaste thee, falter not, noble patriot band  \u003cbr\u003eHave you counted up the cost  \u003cbr\u003eHear the summons, sons of Texas  \u003cbr\u003eHear ye not the sound of battle  \u003cbr\u003eHe fell and they cried, bring us home our dead!  \u003cbr\u003eHo, gallants, brim the beaker bowl  \u003cbr\u003eHurrah! for the Southern confederate State  \u003cbr\u003eHurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of song and story  \u003cbr\u003eHuzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry  \u003cbr\u003eI am dreaming of thee  \u003cbr\u003eI cannot listen to your words, the land is long and wide  \u003cbr\u003eI come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun  \u003cbr\u003eIf ever I consent to be married  \u003cbr\u003eI leave my home, and thee, dear, with sorrow at my heart  \u003cbr\u003eI'll sing you a song of the South's sunny clime  \u003cbr\u003eI'm a soldier, you see, that oppression has made  \u003cbr\u003eI'm gwine back to de land of cotton  \u003cbr\u003eI'm 'nation tired of being hired  \u003cbr\u003eIn the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers  \u003cbr\u003eI remember the hour when sadly we parted  \u003cbr\u003e\"Is there any news of the war?\" she said  \u003cbr\u003eIt vos in Ni Orleans City  \u003cbr\u003eIt was on a New Year's morn so soon  \u003cbr\u003eI've seen some handsome uniforms deck'd off with buttons bright  \u003cbr\u003eI wish I was in de land o' cotton  \u003cbr\u003eI wish I was in de land ob cotton  \u003cbr\u003eJust listen awhile, and give ear to my song  \u003cbr\u003eKing Abraham is very sick  \u003cbr\u003eKneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear  \u003cbr\u003eKnitting for the soldiers  \u003cbr\u003eLady, I go to fight for thee  \u003cbr\u003eLand of our birth, thee, thee I sing  \u003cbr\u003eLand of the South! the fairest land  \u003cbr\u003eLet me whisper in your ear, sir  \u003cbr\u003eLike the roar of the wintry surges on a wild tempestuous strand  \u003cbr\u003eLittle do rich people know  \u003cbr\u003eLo! the Southland queen emerging  \u003cbr\u003eLo! when Mississippi rolls  \u003cbr\u003eMaiden, pray for thy lover now  \u003cbr\u003eMarch, march on, brave \"Palmetto\" boys  \u003cbr\u003e'Mid her ruins proudly stands  \u003cbr\u003eMissouri is the pride of the Nation","brand":"HTMPublishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47170264826096,"sku":"2940013354067","price":3.69,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013354067_p0.jpg?v=1763580058","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013354067","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}