When they begin, let them go in,
Abram Lincoln O.
Песня Союза.
Мотив — Зейдер-Зе.
Grand is the sight, when for national right,
A People in arms are rising—
Every bosom on fire with a freeman’s desire,
Every spirit all treason despising.
Crying—“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”
Grand is the cause of our Land and Laws,
And the good old Constitution!
For our lives and gold, and our honor, we hold
Like the men of the Revolution!
Crying—“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”
Rise, brothers, rise!—let your mingling cries,
Roll out in a grand hosanna!
March, brothers, march! while the stars o’erarch,
We have always our country’s banner!
Crying—“Oh, let the Song of Union be
Strong and deep as the rolling sea!
Deep and strong as the rolling sea!”
Предатель, пощади это знамя.
ТОМАС МАСЕВИЛИ.
Мотив — Лесоруб, пощади это дерево.
Traitors, spare that flag!
Look up at its bright folds,
And see within your hearts,
The baseness of your souls;
For that’s the proud old flag
Your sires oft fought under—
Are you, degenerate sons,
To tear it now asunder?
Traitors, spare that flag!
Or vengeance loud and deep
Will justly fall from Heaven,
And make you one day weep;
And the ashes of your fathers
Will rise from out the tomb
’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,
To curse the traitor’s doom.
Traitors, spare that flag!
If you would yet be free—
If you’ve the least regard
For homes and liberty;
If not, why, do your best;
We’ve men and means at hand
To spread it to the breeze
O’er all Columbia’s land.
Traitors, spare that flag!
You’ve done mischief enough:
You’ve stolen our gold and guns,
And talked vain boasting stuff;
Then, touch not that proud flag,
That banner of the free,
Lest vengeance dire and deep
May engulf you in misery.
Жизнь в солдатском лагере.
ДЖАС. О'К., РОТА D, ЗУАВЫ АНДЕРСОНА.
Мотив — Жизнь на волнах океана.
A life in the soldier’s camp,
A home in the snow-white tent,
Where we hear the sentry tramp,
And merry hours are spent;
Where glory waits the brave,
On the bloody battle-field,
And the Stars and Stripes shall wave,
O’er Zouaves that never yield.
Come, shoulder your musket, boys,
And off to the field of strife;
Leave home, and all its joys,
And fly to a soldier’s life—
With knapsack on your back,
And canteen by your side—
To follow the foeman’s track,
Is the brave young Zouave’s pride.
The camp is the place for me,
When my country calls me there,
To fight for the Flag of the Free,
I’d live on homeliest fare;
When the tattoo beats at night,
And the reveille in the morn,
And the Zouave’s heart is light
As soon as the day is born.
Then farewell, home and friends,
For I’ve joined the volunteers;
I’ll be with him who defends
Our Flag, and never fears.
I’m off for the Zouaves’ camp,
I’m bound for Freedom’s Wars;
On the rebel flag I’ll tramp,
And fight for the Stripes and Stars.
Солдатская мечта о доме.
УИЛЬЯМ АДАМС.
Посвящается лейтенанту А. С. Калкинсу , 21-й полк (Буффало) добровольцев штата Нью-Йорк.
Мотив — Америка.
Still is the mighty host,
Each sentry at his post,
’Tis midnight’s hour:
There on my pallet low,
My brain on fire—aglow
With scenes of long-ago—
Entrancing power!
Home of my boyhood’s hours,
Nestled ’mid shady bowers,
How dear thou art!
I’m with you once again,
Freed from the poignant pain
Of seeing brothers slain—
Never to part.
Kind friends and parents dear,
Brushing the silent tear,
Utter, “Welcome!
Let glee and joy abound,
Let songs and jokes go round,
A warrior’s here—we’ve found
Our only son!”
A ramble now I take
O’er glen and silvery lake,
Now doubly dear!
Slowly I tread South Hill,
Thro’ wood and over rill,
The buzz of yon old mill
Reaching my ear.
Alas! how brief the stay!
A twinkling—then away
From scenes I love!
Back to the battle-field,
Where wounded patriots bleed,
From harm, be Thou my shield,
Oh God! above.
Доброволец-янки.
I thought I’d better come to town,
I brought along my gun, sir;
We guessed quite likely there’d be work,
Or praps there might be fun, sir;
I heerd wild geese was plenty, now,
A comin’ from the south’ard,
And thought I’d like a shot at some—
If you ain’t too much bothered.
My father sends his duty, sir;
He says that things is growin’,
And wants to know what he can do
T’ help the men that’s goin’.
Mother, she looks kind o’ scared,
But fixed my things to come, sir;
She didn’t want me, jest, to start,
Nor jest to stay at home, sir.
There’s brother Jim, he’s fierce to fight,
“Too young, boy,” says the jury;
(Jim’s seventeen) so he gets mad
And works away like fury.
He’s nigh about as tall as I,
That’s six foot and a quarter,
(Han’t measured lately, but I guess
I can’t ha’ grown much shorter.)
Now, what d’ye spose Jerusha said,
With her black eyes a snappin’?
She’s jest my second cousin, sir,
One seldom caught a nappin’.
She said if she could see a man
A fightin’ for the flag, sir,
That she would give her new silk gown
And call it but a rag, sir.
I’d meant before to come, for sure,
But that was jest a clincher;
I never was a soldier, yit,
But might be at a pinch, sir.
I’ll try—and if my lamp goes out
Afore their shot and brag, sir,
Jest tell Jerusha how I died
A fightin’ for the flag, sir.
Троекратное ура нашему знамени.
Copied by permission of Horace Waters, Music Publisher,
481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright.
Three cheers for our Banner, the Stripes and the Stars,
The ensign of Liberty’s glorious wars!
Fling it out to the breezes, its colors display,
Let our Standard float boldly in face of the day.
We will stand by this Banner, through fire and flood,
We will guard and defend it, though crimson’d with blood.
ПРИПЕВ.
Then three cheers for our Banner, in peace and in wars,
We will ever be true to the Stripes and the Stars.
Three cheers for our Union, the land of our birth;
’Tis the fortress of freedom, the hope of the earth;
Arouse you, ye sons of the East and the West,
To defend it, though blood flow from each gallant breast;
Remember, a noble old poet has said,
’Tis sweet, for our country, to sleep with the dead.
The noble young heroes, who rescue her name,
Columbia will crown, with the garland of fame;
If they fall, she will weep o’er their glorious scars,
And will lay them to rest ’neath her Banner of Stars;
We know the Volunteers will always be found
In the van of the host, on the blood-redden’d ground.
Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,
To the wind’s every quarter her flag be unfurled;
We have bowed at her feet, in the day of her pride,
Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied?
No! millions of voices will instant reply,
For freedom and country, we’ll dare and we’ll die.
Знамя храбрых.
Мотив — Красное, белое и синее.
Our tars are the lords of the ocean,
Our champions on the blue brine,
And ’mid the fierce battle’s commotion
Our banner, triumphant, shall shine!
They’ll win a proud mention in story
When cannon loud boom o’er the wave;
They’ll garland their banner with glory
In fight, ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
ПРИПЕВ.
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
They’ll garland their banner with glory,
In fight ’neath the Flag of the Brave!
As long as a sail dots the ocean,
Or sea-breezes blow o’er the deep,
As long as the earth keeps in motion,
Or stars their lone vigils shall keep—
So long shall Columbia’s brave seamen
Be monarchs upon the salt wave:
Three cheers for the valor of Freemen!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Chorus—Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Three cheers for the valor of freemen!
Three cheers for the Flag of the Brave!
Солдат-патриот.
Мотив — Америка, торговля и свобода.
How proud the steps a soldier treads,
His country’s cause defending;
And dear the blood a freeman sheds,
With glory’s laurels blending;
Though fiery tempest sweep his path,
In battle’s line appearing,
And death draw nigh, in lurid wrath,
All horrid shapes uprearing,
ПРИПЕВ.
Still, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And hastes to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
In all the land, from South to North,
From East to West, he glories;
But fights to drive the traitors forth,
And rid its soil of tories!
No crafty words his faith can shake—
No force can make him falter;
He draws his sword for Union’s sake,
And strikes for Freedom’s altar!
For, gallant and brave, he smiles at the grave,
And flies to his comrades, to lead them;
In the field of red Mars, ’neath the Banner of Stars,
His war-cry is “Union and Freedom!”
Дайте нам простора.
Мотив — Купи метлу .
From Northland we come with our sharp-shooting rifles,
To chase Southern traitors from Liberty’s soil;
All heedless of Bull-Runs or such passing trifles,
We’re bound to march onward, through danger or toil.
ПРИПЕВ.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall make for us room.
From Sumter we first heard the cannon’s loud booming—
O’er crimson Potomac the sound rose again;
And now from Missouri, where war-clouds are looming,
We hear the loud summons of true-hearted men.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles will soon make us room.
Brave Cameron lies low with the sods of the valley,
And Lyon’s bold bosom is cold in the grave;
But again for the conflict their comrades still rally,
And pour out for Union the blood of the brave.
Give us room! give us room!
Give us room! give us room!
Our sharp-shooting rifles shall soon make us room.
Марсельеза Союза.
Мотив — Марсельский гимн .
Arise! Arise! ye sons, of patriot sires!
A Nation calls! and Heaven speed your way.
Now Freedom lights anew her waning fires,
And spreads her banner to the day,
And spreads her banner to the day.
While to His Throne our hearts are swelling,
Freedom, and Law, and Truth, and Right,
May God defend by his own might,
By his right arm the treason quelling
Ye loyal sons, and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.
With faith your all to Him confiding
Who crowned with victory our fathers’ hand,
With courage in his strength abiding,
Go forth in Freedom’s sacred band,
Go forth to save our native land.
Defend from faction’s wild commotion,
Our homes, our laws, our schools and spires,
The names and graves of patriot sires,
Till Freedom reigns to furthest ocean.
Ye loyal sons and true,
Sons of the brave and free,
Join hearts, join hands, to strike anew
For God and Liberty.
Набат.
Р. Х. СТОДДАРД.
Men of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
Prepare, as the Rebels have done,
For the fight;
You cannot shrink from the test,
Rise! Men of the North and West!
They have torn down your banner of stars;
They have trampled the laws;
They have stifled the freedom they hate,
For no cause!
Do you love it, or slavery best?
Speak! Men of the North and West.
They strike at the life of the State—
Shall the murder be done?
They cry, “We are two!” And you?
“We are one!”
You must meet them, then, breast to breast,
On! men of the North and West!
Not with words—they laugh them to scorn,
And tears they despise;
But with swords in your hands, and death
In your eyes!
Strike home! leave to God all the rest,
Strike! Men of the North and West!
Боевой призыв.
ДЖЕЙМС Г. КЛАРК.
Мотив — Ассириец шел с гор и т. д.
Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!
Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!
Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,
And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.
Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,
Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;
Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breeze
When the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.
Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,
Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,
Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,
And stolen from man the best gift of his God.
Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,
Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,
Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,
And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.
As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is riven
When clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,
So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,
Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.
Обращение патриота.
Мотив — Шотландцы, которые предали .
Patriot hearts and loyal souls!
Ye whose faith no fear controls—
Lo! the storm of treason rolls
Round your glorious liberty!
Rebel swords have struck your shield—
Traitor hands their poniards wield—
Miscreant tyrants bid ye yield
Power and place to slavery!
By your ancient heroes’ blood,
By their deeds on field and flood;
By the fruits of Freedom’s bud,
Sprung from northern loyalty—
Strike at once these daring foes—
Round their soil your legions close—
Bid them drain the cup of woes
They would fill for you and me.
Heaven is on the Freeman’s side—
God still rules the battle’s tide—
Heaven and God they have defied,
Who make war for slavery!
Let them feel a patriot’s ire,
Withering all their base desire—
Let our anger be as fire,
Blasting chains and tyranny!
Желание патриота.
РОБЕРТ М. ХАРТ.
Мотив — Знамя, усыпанное звездами .
Oh God bless our land, and united once more,
May we gather true wisdom from war’s desolation;
From the thick curling smoke, and the fierce cannon’s roar,
Let peace in her beauty rise and smile on our nation;
To show to the world that peace is unfurled,
And war from Columbia forever is hurled,
ПРИПЕВ.
That the proud Ark of Freedom, with bold, trusty crew,
Still sails ’neath the banner of the Red, White and Blue.
Great God bless our land, for ’tis dyed in the gore
Of the good and the brave of a nation’s defenders;
Oh! may death’s fearful havoc molest us no more,
And Thy love fill the bosom as passion surrenders;
To show to the world that love is unfurled,
And hate from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.
Oh God bless our land—may our eagle still fly,
And gaze on Columbia in proud adoration;
Let the sunlight of truth ever flash from his eye,
Urging freemen to duty in dark tribulation;
To show to the world that truth is unfurled,
Aught else from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.
May the emblem we love, the Flag of the Free,
For all time to come be our shield and our protection,
Ever waving in glory on land and on sea,
Our shrine of devotion and fond recollection;
To show to the world our flag is unfurled,
And strife from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.
Жатва Союза.
Мотив — Старый дубовый ведро .
Oh, fair is the orchard, with russet fruit laden,
And bright is the cornfield, all golden with grain,
And sweet is the garden, where matron and maiden,
Sit listening at eve to the whippowil’s strain;
But fairer, and brighter, and sweeter, and dearer,
Are the orchards of crimson, the fields of bright red,
And the flow’rets immortal that hallow the wearer,
Whose blood for his country is loyally shed,
In the orchards of Union, the cornfields of Union,
The gardens of Union, for Liberty shed.
Though the reaper be Death, and his garner the charnel,
And the wine-press o’erflow with our patriot blood—
Though the furrows run red with a vintage incarnal,
Who will shrink from the field? who will pause at the flood?
Who will measure the grain while ’tis standing or falling?
Who will count what is lost, till the day shall be won?
While the sun shines aloft, while the Master is calling,
In the field be our place, till the field-work is done!
In the orchards of Union, the cornfields of Union,
The gardens of Union, till victory is won.
Дайм-песенники Бидла.
№ 1.
Все к лучшему,
Грядут хорошие времена,
Национальная песня,
Тысяча в год,
Энни Лори,
Ответ на «Тысяча в год»,
Ответ на «К. Кирни»,
Белль Брэндон,
Бен Болт,
Плач слепого мальчика,
Боб Ридли,
Смелый капер,
Тоскуют ли по мне дома,
Не сердись,
Вниз по реке,
Умирающий калифорниец,
Из многих — единое ,
Вечерняя звезда,
Увядшие цветы,
Добрая Энни,
Добрая Дженни Грей,
Рад вернуться домой,
Тяжелые времена,
Не видел ли ты мою сестру,
Вересковая лощина,
Холмы Новой Англии,
Снова дома,
Я не сержусь,
Я хочу домой,
Джуни у ворот,
Кейт Кирни,
Поцелуй меня скорее и уходи,
Китти Клайд,
Маленький кузнец,
Марсельский гимн,
Мельник из Ди,
Мой дом в Кентукки,
Моя родная земля,
Нелли Грей,
Нелли была леди,
Старый пес Трей,
Любимые старики,
Наша Мэри Энн,
Над горой,
Бедный старый раб,
Красно-бело-синее,
Root, hog, or die—1, 2, 3 & 4.,
Греби, греби,
Ракушки океана,
Песня могильщика,
Меч Банкер-Хилла,
Знамя, усыпанное звездами,
Эпоха прогресса,
Берег у озера,
Старый фермерский дом,
Старая игровая площадка,
Скала свободы,
Буря,
Двадцать лет назад,
Мерцающие звезды,
Ферма дяди Сэма,
Разверните знамя,
Жди повозку,
Вилли, мы скучали,
Вилли, больше не бродяжничай.
№ 2.
Элис Грей,
Америка,
Берега Мохока,
Будьте добры друг к другу,
Бродяга Билли Граймс,
Брайан О'Линн,
Подойди, присядь,
Кора Ли,
Безумная Джейн,
Дорогая Нелли Мур,
Дорогая старая палочка,
Победа пожарного,
Хорошие новости из дома,
Спокойной ночи,
Могила Лилли Дейл,
Могилы близких,
Дом, милый дом,
Теперь я сирота,
Я иду домой,
Я покидаю тебя в печали,
Я скучаю по тебе,
Лачуга ирландца,
Я бродил у ручья,
Кэти Дарлинг,
Кэтлин Мавурнин,
Маленькая Кэти,
Мэри с диких торфяников,
Мейбл Клэр,
Мэри Айлин,
Милл Мэй,
Минни Мур,
Дорогая Минни,
Миссис Лофти и я,
Мистер Финаган,
Мой глаз и Б. Мартин,
Мой милый — моряк,
Моя милая мама,
Совет моей бабушки,
Библия моей матери,
Нэнси Белл,
Новая Англия,
О море, море,
Старики ушли,
Старый холм на склоне,
Дни нашего детства,
Наша родина,
Питер Грей,
Рори О'Мур,
Не презирай своего брата,
Не хотел бы рассказывать,
Кто-то ждет,
Фермер сидел,
Сын фермера,
Песня почтальона,
Вечеринка с квилтом,
Три колокола,
Там дом, где сердце,
В ожидании мая,
Мы стоим едины,
Где яркие волны,
Какое другое имя,
Что за дом без матери,
Зима,
Вдова Макри,
Вилли на море.
№ 3.
Энни, дорогая, прощай,
Матросская жизнь для меня,
Ответ Жаннетт,
Бесси была невестой,
Бонни Джин,
Парни из Килкенни,
Комическая Кэти Дарлинг,
Комическая пародия,
Дорогая Дженни Белл,
Дорогая Розабель,
Смерть Энни Лори,
Прощание эмигранта,
Этти Мэй,
Пару дней,
Славный старый англ. джент.,
Славный старый ирл. джент.,
Славный старый голландец,
Смерть пожарного,
Девушка в ситцевом платье,
Дай им волю,
Девушка, которую я оставил позади,
Плач золотоискателя,
Дерзай, пока молод,
Хайль Колумбия,
Счастливый Хезекия,
Я выбираю быть маргариткой,
Остров красоты,
У меня есть нечто милое,
Я думаю о старой Ирландии,