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| 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. |
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| 2d Corps emblem 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. |
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| Solid Shot SOLID SHOT. | Lift up your eyes, desponding freemen! Fling to the winds your needless fears! He who unfurled your beauteous banner Says it shall wave a thousand years. Chorus. “A thousand years!” my own Columbia! ’Tis the glad day so long foretold! ’Tis the glad morn whose early twilight Washington saw in times of old. |
| What if the clouds one little moment Hid the blue sky where morn appears When the bright sun that tints them crimson Rises to shine a thousand years!—Chorus. Tell the great world these blessed tidings! Yes, and be sure the bondman hears; Tell the oppress’d of ev’ry nation Jubilee lasts a thousand years.—Chorus. Envious foes beyond the ocean! Little we heed your threat’ning sneers; Little will they—our children’s children When you are gone a thousand years.—Chorus. Rebels at home! go hide your faces— Weep for your crimes with bitter tears; You could not bind the blessed daylight, Though you should strive a thousand years.—Chorus. |
| Back to your dens, ye secret traitors! Down to your own degraded spheres! Ere the first blaze of dazzling sunshine Shortens your lives a thousand years.—Chorus. Haste thee along, thou glorious noonday! Oh! for the eyes of ancient seers! Oh! for the faith of Him who reckons Each of His days a thousand years.—Chorus. | Sheridan's Cavalry Corps emblem SHERIDAN’S CAVALRY CORPS. |
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| Hail Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause, And when the storm of war was gone Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let Independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Firm united let us be, Rallying round our liberty; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. | M'Clernand MAJ. GEN’L JOHN A. M’CLERNAND. |
| Immortal patriots, rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore, Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies, Of toil and blood the well-earned prize. While offering peace sincere and just, In heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail. Firm united let us be, etc. |
| 19th Corps emblem 19TH CORPS. | Sound, sound the trump of fame! Sound Washington’s great name, Ring through the world with loud applause, Ring through the world with loud applause; Let every clime to Freedom dear Listen with a joyful ear; With equal skill and godlike power, He governed in the fearful hour Of horrid war! or guides with ease The happier times of honest peace, Firm united let us be, etc. |
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| Crocker BRIG. GEN’L M.M. CROCKER. | Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we’re watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are round me lying, Fill’d with tho’ts of home and God, For well they know that on the morrow Some will sleep beneath the sod. Chorus. Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your heart again; But oh, you’ll not forget me, mother, If I’m numbered with the slain. |
| Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home; But I’ll never leave our banner Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors, all around you, That their cruel words we know In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe.—Chorus. |
| Hark! I hear the bugle sounding, ’Tis the signal for the fight! Now, may God protect me, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the “Battle Cry of Freedom,” How it swells upon the air! Oh, yes, we’ll rally round the standard, Or we’ll perish nobly there.—Chorus. | 6th Corps emblem 6TH CORPS. |
By Maj. Charles G. Halpine (Private Miles O’Reilly), 47th N.Y. Vol. Inf.
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| Engineers and Mechanics emblem ENGINEERS AND MECHANICS. | There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, And true lovers’ knots, I ween. The boys and the girls are bound by a kiss, But there’s never a bond, old friend, like this: We have drunk from the same canteen! The same canteen, my soldier friend, The same canteen; There’s never a bond like this: We have drunk from the same canteen! |
| It was sometimes water and sometimes milk, Sometimes apple-jack as fine as silk; But, whatever the tipple has been, We shared it together in bane or in bliss, And I warn you, friend, when I think of this: We have drunk from the same canteen. We’ve shared our blankets and tents together, And marched and fought in all kinds of weather, And hungry and full we’ve been; Had days of battle and days of rest, But this memory I cling to and love the best: We’ve drunk from the same canteen. For when wounded I lay on the outer slope, With my blood flowing fast and but little hope On which my faint spirit might lean, Oh! then, I remember, you crawled to my side, And bleeding so fast it seemed both must have died, We have drunk from the same canteen! |
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| U.S. flag | Oh! say, can you see by the dawn’s early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming— Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous flight, O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; Oh! say, does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! |
| On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses! Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; ’Tis the Star Spangled Banner, oh! long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. |
| Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation, Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto—“In God is our trust”— And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! | 14th Corps emblem FOURTEENTH CORPS. |
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| Oh, yah! yah! darkies laugh wid me, For the white folks say Old Shady’s free, So don’t you see that the Jubilee Is coming, coming, hail, mighty day! Chorus. Den away, away, for I can’t wait any longer! Hooray! hooray! I’m going home. Oh! massa got scared, and so did his lady, Dis chile breaks for Uncle Aby, Open the gates, out here’s Old Shady A coming, coming, hail, mighty day.—Chorus. Good-bye, Massa Jeff; good-bye, Miss’r Stephens, ’Scuse dis nigger for takin’ his leavens; ’Spect pretty soon you’ll hear Uncle Abram’s Coming, coming, hail, mighty day.—Chorus. |
| Good-bye, hard work, wid neber any pay, I’s gwine up North where de good folks say Dat white wheat bread an’ a dollar a day Are a coming, coming, hail, mighty day.—Chorus. Oh! I’ve got a wife, and I’ve got a baby, Living up yonder in upper Canaday; Won’t dey laugh when dey see Old Shady Coming, coming, hail, mighty day.—Chorus. | 7th Corps emblem SEVENTH CORPS. |
