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The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, '61 to '65

The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, '61 to '65

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Transcriber’s Notes: This e-book was created from two sources: (1) The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing—’61 to ’65 (1902); and (2) 19th-Century sheet music from The Civil War Songbook (Dover Publications, 1977) and the Civil War and Historic Sheet Music Collections of the Library of Congress (www.loc.gov). A source list and notes for the music can be found at the end of this e-book.

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The Good Old Songs

We Used to Sing—’61 to ’65

PRICE, TEN CENTS


Grant

GENERAL ULYSSES S. GRANT
PHOTO FROM LIFE, 1864


O.H. OLDROYD
Washington, D.C.
Nineteen Hundred and Two




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T he Good Old
SONGS

WE USED TO SING

’61 to ’65.

Dedicated to the Veterans of the
War of the Rebellion.

First Published in 1882.

TEN CENTS.

SENT POSTPAID UPON RECEIPT OF PRICE.


THE UNION FOREVER


COPYRIGHTED BY
O.H. Oldroyd, Publisher
Washington, D.C.

1902.


CONTENTS

SHERMAN’S MARCH TO THE SEA.

MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA.

A THOUSAND YEARS.

HAIL COLUMBIA.

JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER.

WE’VE DRUNK FROM THE SAME CANTEEN.

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.

OLD SHADY.

COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN,

THE ARMY BEAN.

BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC.

HOME, SWEET HOME.

WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW.

WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER.

WE ARE COMING, FATHER ABRAHAM.

TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND.

JOHN BROWN’S SONG.

BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM.

BONNIE BLUE FLAG.

AMERICA.

KINGDOM COMING.

THE VACANT CHAIR.

NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE.

TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP.

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