Hymne Patriotique, Pah Gustave Dime, Ouvrier-Estam

Peur: Air, "Gloire Aux Martyrs Victoriaux."

Appel Aux Armes.

Debout fils de l'Union

Pour venges l'infamie

Faite À la nation,

Pour venger la Patrie,

La Constitution!

A bas RÉbellion!

Debout, debout AmÉricains,

Debout les armes À main.

l'outrage.

De Baltimore À Charleston,

De Richmont À Montgomery,

Le grand drapeau de Washington

Partout il fut souillie, flÉtri,

Du Fort Sumpter vengeons l'outrage

Et en la sol de Virginie

Sachions montrer notre courage

En digne fils de la Patrie.

l'assassinat.

Le Sud in horrible furie

Du Poignard de la Trahison

PerÇant le cour de la Patrie,

Proclame À la Secession.

Mais le President hÉroÏque

Et l'AutoritÉ, le SÉnat,

Sauront sauver la RÉpublique

Et cet infÂme Assassinat.

le triomphe.

Gloire À ton nom, libre AmÉrique,

Gloire À tes vaillant dÉfenseurs

Ils sauveront la RÉpublique,

Terrasseront tes oppresseurs.

Ils volent tous À la victoire,

Pour l'Union des Etats Unis.

Ils reviendront couverts de gloire

Et les traÎtres Seront Punis.

The "ouvrier-estampeur" was sufficiently energetic, but his song never became the Franco-American Marseillaise.

As the war dragged its slow length along, demanding greater and greater sacrifices, and with its days of repulse and defeat for the Union armies, the feeling of universal enthusiasm gave way to discouragement, and there were not wanting in New York, among its heterogeneous population, elements of bitterness which culminated in the deadly and shameful outbreak of the draft riots. This feeling manifested itself in the street ballads, not so conspicuously as the previous enthusiasm, but enough to have attracted the attention of those who were watching the signs of popular feeling. "Copperheadism" had its bards as well as loyalty, although they were much fewer in number, and they cannot be omitted in an account of the folksongs of the civil war. A rude jingle entitled Johnny, fill up the Bowl, gave the popular expression to this feeling:—

Abram Lincoln, what yer 'bout?

Hurrah, hurrah.

Stop this war, for it's played out,

Hurrah, hurrah.

Abram Lincoln, what yer 'bout?

Stop this war, for it's played out.

We 'll all drink stone-blind,

Johnny fill up the bowl.

The pages of the dime song-books at this time contained a number of songs in opposition to the draft, expressing hatred to the negro, and a demand for the stoppage of the war, of which the following is an example:—