The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1876-01-28
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asAY, BOYS, DO YOU HEAR THAT
YELL? ?D
BY ROBERT ROLAND.

L nj HUBERT hOLAND.
| Tie DoorLeeper Of tie House Of Representa-
tires, ,rtO rns also .Sergeant-,tt- Arms in IA,
Confederdte Senate, has dismissed IA er- Union
soldiers, 1oIt0 are disabled men, from Meir p0si.
tons as AsssstaRt Doorkeeptrs, and has dp
pOinted er-CoJederate soldiers IN their stead.
| THE REPUBLIC
Say, boys, do you hear that Confederate yell
Ringing out on the winters air.
| You have heard il in times when brave men
| fell,
In the days of our dark despair.
| You have heard it in sixty-One and two,
And in sixty-three and four;
But when the weary war was through,
| Dreamed We ever TO hear it mores
Say, boys, do you hear that Confederate yell
Ringing up from the Nations halls.
| And remember they swOre to ''winter in hell
Or level the Capitors walIs.'
DO you mind, for aye, the northern trail
Where their legions In triumph trod,
Until hurled back by your iron hail
From the consecrate acre of God?
Oh, say, do you hear that same old veil
From the battle field ringing OUT,
That was heard in days remembered so well
On the plcRet-llne anu reuOuDtZ
Do YOU relish its scornful, defiant tone.
Is tnis what you fought for? Say,
Ie stalwart heroes, whose blood and bone
Have saved us, nation today
Say, boys, do you hear the yell of the crew
Ge have fought by day and by night.
And driven in blood, all the Wilderness
through,
Believing in God and the right.
Do you halt on crutches. live on a crumb,
That the country We fought for gaves
And have We no votes? are all tongues dumb,
That We live the Confederate's slave?
Boys, We have trod on the northern hills,
Ye have marched on the southern plain,
With the iron nerve of the man who wills
The blessings of life through pain;
And is this the goal that We fought to win,
And conquered in siXty-five:
Is tbs the harvest We gathered in
When you gave us the nation alive:
/ say, brave heroes of northern soil,
Is it all in vain that ye fought.
Does not the nerve harden, the hot blood
boil?
Was your valor thus sold for naught?
Are the thousands who stood on the battle
line,
Clad all in the loyal blue,
Cpbearing the banner of stars to shine
Forage. Are we still as true?
o God. Brave boys do you hear that yell
From the Capitol's halls well fOrths
Was it more defiant when Sumpter fell
On the stern, true-hearted North?
And have We no shots for this rebel rout?
No votes for the wooden leg
Whom the vanquished in war are turning out
To halt on the streets and beg:
Oh say, is the flag We loved so well
To drop now, or loyal blue?
Was it for a lie that your comrades fell?
Hath peace no victories too?
Is all that We won in the battles van
To be wrested by fraud away?
And have We no cheer for the crippled man
Who stood at the front that day?
And now there goes up another shout
From brave hearts, true and tried,
ooh yes! we have put them all to rout;
Not in vain had our comrades died.
We have met them, for aye, on many a field;
We have fought them on many plain;
We have conquered. when it was death to
yield,
And we will conquer again."
From the northern tops of our whispering
pine,
From our praries, broad and free,
There came shout from the loyal line
OF our future yet to be.
''Oh yes, we have met this same old crew,
And now hear our comrades cry:
And ten million scars are marshaling to
Avenge their wrongs or die!
'We have not forgotten our comrades dead,
Or our murdered Lincoln yet,
Nor the living, who bravely sought and bled,
Ere the sun of rebellion set
The heart of the nation is true as then,
And this is the soldiers boon;
Were we to fight the war through again,
We'd not close it a year too sOonI
I'VE would not exempt from a traitors fate
The feasts that the halters crave,
But swiftly in sorrow-oh, not in hate
Punish well ere we one fOrgave
And had this been done ten years ago.
We never had seen this rOut,
Or heard the old rebel yell we know,
Now turning the loyal out
'But million true hearts are on the march,
And we answer the rebels yell
Who swore TO winter meath the CapitOrs
arch,
Or else they would winter in hell,
And some, we know, have kept that vow;
But the rest of the traitor crew
Have come to make laws for the loyal now;
Who forgave when the war WAS through.
ooh yesl we have heard the old wild veil
From the dome on Capitol hill;
But the future will have its tale to tell
Of the loyal veterans will
And it will not say that hundred yeaLS
Have given us, bond and soul,
With the nations treasure, and blood, and
tears,
To the vanquished 'rebs' control"
And | sat in my chamber alone at night,
And | heard their gathering feet,
With the marshalcd tread of the warriors
might,
All hasting again to meet.
And saw aiar their stalwart forms
Come filing down through the gloom,
With brave hearts ready for battle storms,
To make for their comrades room
And saw their banner flung to the breeze,
And the CLEAN of their army blue,
As they marched along meath autumn trees
That shade the dim avenue.
And they answered for aye for the whole
broad land,
We hdus made u tie nations sriU
That tie crippled and torn Of our l,ttriot band
Are the sodrds Of tie nd:i0a STILL
LANSING, Dec. %, 1873.