The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, 61 to 65 | Page 5

and bands brave music pour-- We are coming, Father Abraham--three hundred thousand more!
If you look all up our valleys, where the growing harvests shine, You may see our sturdy farmer-boys fast forming into line,?And children from their mothers' knees are pulling at the weeds, And learning how to reap and sow, against their country's needs; And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door-- We are coming, Father Abraham--three hundred thousand more!
You have called us, and we're coming, by Richmond's bloody tide, To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside. Or from foul treason's savage grasp to wrench the murderous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade.?Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before--?We are coming, Father Abraham--three hundred thousand more!
[Illustration]
TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND.
(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons, owners of the copyright.)
KEY OF A.
[Illustration: 20TH CORPS.]
We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground;
Give us a song to cheer?Our weary hearts; a song of home
And friends we love so dear.
CHORUS.
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.
We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Thinking of days gone by,?Of loved ones at home who gave us the hand
And the tear that said good-bye.--CHORUS.
We're tired of the war on the old camp ground;
Many are dead and gone?Of the brave and true who have left their homes;
Others been wounded long.--CHORUS.
We've been fighting today on the old camp ground;
Many are lying near;?Some are dead and some are dying,
Many are in tears.
CHORUS.
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;?Dying tonight, dying tonight,?Dying on the old camp ground.
[Illustration: SIBLEY TENT.]
JOHN BROWN'S SONG.
(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.)
[Illustration: TENTH CORPS.]
John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the grave,?John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the grave,?John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the grave,
His soul's marching on!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
His soul's marching on!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,?He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,?He's gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord,
His soul's marching on!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
His soul's marching on!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,?John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,?John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul's marching on!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
His soul's marching on!
His pet lamps will meet him on the way,?His pet lamps will meet him on the way,?His pet lamps will meet him on the way,
They go marching on!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
They go marching on!
They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree!?They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree!?They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree!
As they march along!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
As they march along!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!?Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!?Now, three rousing cheers for the Union!
As we are marching on!
CHORUS.
Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!?Glory Hally, Hallelujah!
Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah!
[Illustration: GRAPE.]
BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM.
(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.)
KEY OF G FLAT.
[Illustration: MAJ. GEN. JOHN A. LOGAN.]
Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle cry of freedom;?We'll rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, 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 brothers 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.
We will welcome to our ranks the loyal, true, and brave,?Shouting the battle cry of freedom;?And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,?Shouting the battle cry of freedom.--CHORUS.
So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle cry of freedom,?And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle cry of freedom.--CHORUS.
[Illustration: FIFTEENTH CORPS.]
BONNIE BLUE FLAG.
[Illustration: NINTH CORPS.]
We are a band of patriots,?Who each leave home and friend?Our noble Constitution?And banner to defend;?Our Capitol was threatened,?And the cry rose near and far?To protect our country's glorious flag?That glitters with many a star.
CHORUS.
Hurrah, hurrah, for the Union, boys, hurrah!?Hurrah for our forefathers' good old flag?That glitters with many a star.
Much patience and forbearance?The North has always shown?Toward her Southern brethren,?Who had each way their own;?But when we made our President?A man whom we desired?Their wrath was roused,