Songs of the Civil War

The Bonnie Blue Flag

We are a band of brothers
And native to the soil,
Fighting for our Liberty,
With treasure, blood, and toil;
And when our rights are threaten'd,
The cry rose near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag,
that bears a Single Star!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
for Southern rights hurrah!
Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag
that bears a Single Star.

Battle Cry of Freedom

Yes we'll rally 'round the flag, boys,
we'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
We will rally from the hillside,
we'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
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.

Tenting Tonight on the Old Campground

We're tenting tonight on the old Campground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home,
And friends we love so dear.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
Tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old Camp ground.
Dying on the old Camp ground.

Goober Peas

Sitting by the roadside on a summer day
Chatting with my mess mates, passing time away,
Lying in the shadow underneath the trees,
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober pear!
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! eating goober peas!
Goodness how delicious
eating goober peas!

Hard Crackers Come Again No More

Let us close our game of poker,
Take our tin cups in hand,
While we gather round the cook's tent door
Where dry mummies of hard crackers Are given to each man;
Oh, hard crackers come again no more!
'Tis the song and the sign of the hungry,
"Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more!
Many days have you lingered upon our stomachs sore,
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more."

Just Before the Battle Mother

Just before the battle, Mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching,
With 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.
Farewell, Mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again;
But O, you'll not forget me, Mother,
If I'm number'd with the slain.

Wait for the Wagon

Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear,
to yon Blue Mountain free,
Where blossoms smell the sweetest
come roving along with me;
It's every Sunday morning,
when I am by your side,
We'll jump into the wagon and all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon,
wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride.

O, I'm a Good Old Rebel

O, I'm a good old rebel,
Now, that's just what I am,
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not care at all;
I'm glad I fit against it,
I only wish we'd won;
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the Constitution,
This Great Republic, too
I hates the Freedman's Buro
In uniforms of blue;
I hates the nasty eagle,
with all his brags and fuss,
The lyin', thieven' Yankees,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.

Last updated: February 26, 2015

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