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قراءة كتاب The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, '61 to '65
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The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, '61 to '65
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I’SE GWINE BACK TO DIXIE.
FRATERNITY.
CHARITY.
LOYALTY.
ODE ON PRESENTATION OF BADGE.
GREETING ODE.
CLOSING ODE.
SHERMAN’S MARCH TO THE SEA.
(Used by permission of S. Brainard’s Sons, owners of the copyright.)
MAJ. GEN’L W.T. SHERMAN.
| Our camp fires shone bright on the mountain That frowned on the river below, While we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe, When a rider came out from the darkness That hung over mountains and tree, And shouted, “Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea.” When cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen, And the bugle re-echoed the music That came from the lips of the men, For we knew that the stars on our banner More bright in their splendor would be, And that blessings from Northland would greet us As Sherman marched down to the sea. |
Then forward, boys, forward, to battle, We marched on our wearysome way, And we strewed the wild hills of Resaca— God bless those who fell on that day. Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free; But the East and the West bore our standard As Sherman marched down to the sea. Still onward we pressed till our banner Swept out from Atlanta’s grim walls, And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where traitor’s flag falls. But we paused not to weep for the fallen Who slept by each river and tree; Yet we twined them wreaths of the laurel As Sherman marched down to the sea. |
| Proud, proud was our army that morning That stood by the cypress and pine When Sherman said, “Boys, you are weary; This day fair Savannah is thine,” Then sang we a song for our chieftain That echoed o’er river and lea, And the stars on our banner shone brighter When Sherman marched on to the sea. |
MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA.
Used by permission of S. Brainard’s Sons.
 2D CORPS. |
Bring the good old bugle, boys, we’ll sing another song, Sing it with the spirit that will start the world along,— Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus. “Hurrah! hurrah! we bring the Jubilee! Hurrah! hurrah! the flag that makes you free!” So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia. |
| How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia!—Chorus. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers While we were marching through Georgia.—Chorus. “Sherman’s dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!” So the saucy rebel said, and ’twas a handsome boast; Had they not forgotten, alas! to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia.—Chorus. So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude,—three hundred to the main, Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia.—Chorus. |
A THOUSAND YEARS.
