Bonnie Blue Flag
Words: Harry McCarthy, 1861
Music: The Irish Jaunting Car

We are a band of brothers,
And native to the soil
Fighting for our liberty
With treasure, blood, and 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 brethren,
Kind were we, and just;
But now, when Northern treachery
Attempts 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
And 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 right,
Texas and fair Louisiana
Join us in the fight;
Davis, our loved President,
And Stephens, Statesman rare;
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star.
Chorus

And here's 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 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

Then here's to our Confederacy,
Strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll 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
 

Dixie
Words & Music: Daniel Decatur Emmett, 1859

I wish I was in land ob 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.

Chorus:
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
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.

Old Missus marry “Will-de-weaber,”
Willium was a gay deceaber;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put his arms around 'er
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Chorus

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to greab 'er;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Old Missus acted the foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Chorus

Now here's a health to the next old Missus,
And all the gals dat 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 tomorrow,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Chorus

Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Chorus


Nearer My God to Thee
Words: Sarah F. Adams
Music: Lowell Mason

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! 
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me, in mercy giv’n—
Angles to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Then with my waking thoughts, bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Nearer my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!


The Vacant Chair
Words: Henry Washburn
Music: George F. Root, 1862

We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer;
When a year ago we gathered
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden chord is severed
And our hopes in ruin lie.

Chorus
We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer.

At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell,
At remembrance of the story
How our noble Willie fell;
How he strove to bear our banner
Through the thickest of the fight,
And uphold our country's honor
In the strength of manhood's night.
Chorus

True, they tell us wreaths of glory
Ever more will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only
Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now.
Sleep today, Oh early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed,
Dirges from the pine and cypress,
Mingle with the tears we shed.
Chorus

Riding A Raid
Words: Anonymous
Music: Bonnie Dundee

Tis Old Stonewall the rebel who leans on his sword
And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:
”Now each cavalier who loves Honor and Right
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight.”

Chorus:
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!

Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford
Old Stonewall's still watching, prays low to the Lord,
”Goodbye dear old Rebel, the river's not wide,
And Maryland's lights in her windows to guide.”
Chorus

There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth
There are Knaves in the North, there are Braves in the South
We are three thousand horses and not one afraid
We are three thousand sabers and not a dull blade.
Chorus

Then gallop, then gallop, by ravines and rocks!
Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;
For with these points of steel, on the line of Penn
We have made some fine strokes—and we’ll make ‘em again.
Chorus

Tenting on the Old Campground
Words & Music: Walter Kittredge, 1863

We're tenting tonight on the old campground
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home,
And friends we love so dear.

Chorus
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight
Tenting on the old camp-ground.

We've been tenting tonight on the old campground,
Thinking of days gone by,
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand,
And the tear that said, "Good-by !"
Chorus

We are tired of war on the old campground;
Many are the dead and gone
Of the brave and true who've left their homes;
Others been wounded long.
Chorus

We've been fighting today on the old campground,
Many are lying near;
Some are dead, and some are dying,
Many are in tears.

Last Chorus
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts looking for the light,
To see the dawn of peace.
Dying tonight, dying tonight,
Dying on the old camp-ground.


When Johnny Comes Marching Home
Words & Music: Patrick S. Gilmore, 1863

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay,
When Johnny comes marching home.

The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And let each one perform some part
To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,
And we’ll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.

All Quiet Along the Potomac
Words: Ethel Beers, 1861
Music: John Hewitt

”All quiet along the Potomac tonight,”
Except here and there a stray picket
Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then
Will not count in the news of the battle;
Not an officer lost, only one of the men,
Moaning out all alone the death rattle.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"

All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming,
And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
And the light of the camp fires are gleaming;
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's 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.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"

His musket falls slack - his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a pray'r for the children asleep,
And their Mother - "May heaven defend her!"
The moon seems to shine as brightly as then -
That night when the love yet unspoken
Leap'd up to his lips, and when low murmur'd vows
Were pledg'd to be ever unbroken.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"

Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eye
He dashes off tears that are welling,
And gathers his gun close up to his breast,
As if to keep down the heart’s swelling;
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree
And his footstep is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
Toward the shades of the forest so dreary.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"

Hark! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves,
Was it the moonlight so wondrously flashing?
It looked like a rifle - "Ah! Mary, good-bye!"
And the lifeblood is ebbing and splashing.
All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead -
The picket's off duty forever.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"

Goober Peas
Words & Music: Anonymous

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious—eating goober peas!
Chorus:
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas!.
Goodness how delicious,
Eating goober peas!
When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule,
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!"
But another pleasure enchantinger than these,
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas!
Chorus

Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia—eating goober peas!
Chorus

I think my song has lasted almost long enough,
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over, when free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and gobble goober peas!
Chorus

The Rebel Soldier
Words: From  the singing of Mrs. Lawson Grey
Music: Southern Appalachian folks song

O Polly O Polly,
It's for your sake alone,
I've left my old father
My country and my home,
I've left my old mother
To weep and to mourn
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

It's grape shot and musket
And the cannons lumber loud,
There's many a mangled body
The blanket for their shroud,
There's many a mangled body
Left on the fields alone,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

I'll eat when I'm hungry
I'll drink when I am dry,
If the Yankees don’t kill me
I'll live until I die,
If the Yankees don’t kill me
And cause me to mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

Here's a good old cup of brandy
And a glass of nice wine,
You can drink to your true love
And I will drink to mine,
And you can drink to your true love
And I'll lament and mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

I’ll build me a castle on the mountain,
On some green mountain high,
Where I can see Polly
As she is passing by,
Where I can see Polly
And help her to mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

Maryland my Maryland
Words: James Ryder Randall, April 1861.
Music: O Tannenbaum

The despot's 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 son's appeal,
Maryland, My Maryland!
My Mother State! to thee I kneel,
Maryland, My Maryland!
For life or death, for woe or weal,
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird they 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 Carroll's sacred trust,
Remember Howard's 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 Ringgold's spirit for the fray,
With Watson's blood at Monterey,
With fearless Lowe and dashing May,
Maryland! My Maryland!

Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's 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 minions back amain,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Arise in majesty again,
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,
Stalking with Liberty along,
And chant thy dauntless slogan-song,
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 thee roll,
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 Line's” 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! she'll come! she'll come!
Maryland! My Maryland!

*The last two lines of verse 5 do not fit the music, but they appear in Randall’s original poem.

Evelina
Words: “M,” 1863
Music: “T,” 1863

Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows,
Where the wind from the mountains ne’er ruffles the rose;
Lives fond Evelina, the sweet little dove,
The pride of the valley, the girl that I love.

Chorus:
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.

She’s fair as a rose, like a lamb she is meek,
And she never was known to put paint on her cheek;
In the most graceful curls hangs her raven black hair,
And she never requires perfumery there.
Chorus

Evelina and I, one fine evening in June,
Took a walk all alone by the light of the moon.
The planets all shone, for the heavens were clear,
And I felt round the heart most tremendously queer.
Chorus

Three years have gone by, and I’ve not got a dollar;
Evelina still lives in that green grassy holler.
Although I am fated to marry her never,
I’ve sworn that I’ll love her forever and ever.
Chorus

Rock of Ages
Words: Augustus M. Toplady, 1776
Music: Thomas Hastings

Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me ever be with Thee.