Civil War Era Songs

THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
We will rally from the hillside,
We will gather from the plains,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

Chorus:
The Union Forever!
Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star!
While we rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

We are springing to the call,
Of our bothers gone before,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And we'll fill the vacant ranks,
With a million freemen more.
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
Chorus

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.

Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on!

I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps.
They have built Him alters
In the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flairing lamps.
His day is marching on!
Chorus

He hath sounded forth the trumpet,
That shall never sound retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat.
O be swift my soul to answer Him
Be jubilant my feet.
His day is marching on!
Chorus

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the seas.
With a glory in His bosom
That tranfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Chorus

DIXIE

O I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away,
Look away Dixieland,
In Dixieland where I was born,
Early on one frosty mornin'
Look away, look away,
Look away Dixieland.

O I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie.
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie!
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie!

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer! 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.

YANKEE DOODLE

Yankee Doodle went to town,
Riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his hat.
And called it macaroni.

Chorus:
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle Dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And let the girls be handy.

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
There we met the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding!
Chorus

And there we saw a thousand men,
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be sav-ed.
Chorus