The National tribune., 1883-08-09
Old Rosy is Our Wan.

Cheer up, cheer up, the night is past
The skies with light are glowing,
Our ship moves proudly on, my boys,
And faToring gales are blowing.
Her flag Is at the peak, my boys,
Her decks are cleared for action,
Our time Is come, we're ready, boys,
To meet the traitor faction.
Chorus.-Od Rosy is our man.
Old Rosy is our man
Wen show our deeds where'er he leads,
Old Rosy Is cur man.
The lightning's flashing through the West
And glorious news repeating,
OF prairie hosts now traInping
And rebel hordeS retreating.
Our conquering hosts, with steady tread,
Their crafty foes defying,
Ger many city. tower, and fortS
Bave set the old flag flying.
ChOTus.-Old Rosy is man. &c.
The Merrfnac, all clad in steel,
Would make the Yankees wonder,
She'd crush our forts and sink ships.
And belch perpetual thunder.
But Just as ali her rebel crew
Grew jubilaHt, defiant,
There came a Yankee cheese-box craft
And whipped the nnail-cIad giant.
Chofus--Isricsson was the man,
Ericsson the man
His little ting with saucy mug,
Ripped up the traitors plan.
Old stonewall came to Winchester,
In hopes to find us mapping,
But rsbeldom has yet 10 learn
The art OF Yankee trapping.
For when he met gallant Shields,
Ills BRAIN got swimming,
He cursed the day. and cursed his luck,
And Id tho secesh women.
ChoruS.-Brave Shields then man.
Brave Shields was then man;
Wish Northern grit and Irish wit,
Brave Shields was then our man.
They thought, at Island No TO-
They'd first blockade the river,
Then strike with such terrific blows
That all the North would shiver
But, Captain Walko down through the fire
His gnnboat safely padded,
And Pope got at them in the rear,
And all that could skedaddled
C!toruS.-brave Foote was then the man,
Brave FOote was then the man;
From Wake and Pope the rebels slope,
Brave Foote WAS then the man.
New Orleans had three mighty rams,
And fire-ships all SO handy,
And thirty thousand fighting men
To sink poor Duodle-DaHdy.
But when he came with gentle words,
For tear hed speak them louder,
she thought she'd just cspitulate,
And save her blood and powder.
ChorsLS.-Cid Porter was man,
OJd Porter was oGr man;
With FarraguG and Lawyer But"
Ola Porter was our man.
Murfreesboro', full of fight,
Old Bragg drew up his forces,
To make meal of Western boys
And gobble them by courses.
But when he found old Rosy there,
HIS appetite forsook him
The Du.chnan might be good 10 eat,
But hs couldn't catch and cook himi
Chor,tS.-0ld Rosy is our man,
Old Rosy is man;
Wen show our deeds where'er he leads
Old Rosy Is our man.
A few more blows will close our work,
And hoInewaFd We'll be rushing
And anxious hearts that sorrow now
With love and JOY be gushing.
And when our heads are sllyeFcd DER,
In telling this days story,
Some lip OF flame will say of us,
''Fhey saved the Nations giory.''
ChoruS.-Old Rosy is man. &c.
The bravery of the young soldier was an
other favorite theme with the army balladsts.
The g Drummer Boy of Shiloh" was one of the
most popular poems Of the war and here is one
of the same tenor. We do not know the name
Of the author.
The Wounded Soldier of Stone River.
Among the pines that overlook
Stone Rivers rocky bed,
Wisconsin knows full many
There numbered with the dead
'Tis hard to die mid scenes of strife
No friend or Fliuared near,
To wipe the death damp from the brow,
Or shed affections tear;
To soothe the sufferer in his pain
With words of holy cheer,
On bend the knee in earnest prayer
For the dying volunteer.
That day when all along our lines
R;tincd showers OF shot and shell,
Then many "A brave young soldier died,
Then many hero fell
When night closed DER this bloody scene,
Returning DER the ground,
heard the pissous nloaus of one
Laid low by mortal wound
Twas by the ford crossed that day
The ground so dearly bought
Where Miller led his sialwart men
And gallant Moody fought
The wounded soldiers check was wan
And beamless WAS his eye;
knew before another morn
That wounded nnin must die.
built "A fire of cedar rails
The air was cold and dank-
And filled his ciiIteen from the spring
Beow the rivers bank.
| And then sat me down to ask
If ne would wish To send
A last request, or parting wordi
To mother, sister, friend.
| ~ have some word :" the boy replied,
My friends would love TO hear;
'Twouid tili my sisters soul with joy,
My mothers heart 'twould cheer;
"Teli them died soldiers death
/ Upon the battlefield,
But lived 10 know the day WAS ours,
/ And sec the rebels yield;
''That ere died their colors fell
| Their columns broke, aBd then
heard the wild victorious shouts
Oh Nesiey's valiant men.
"But most of all I'd have them know
That with my latest breath
spoke of Him loved in life
Twas JOY and peace in death.
| "TeIl sister have read with care
| Tis holier thus entleared-
l The Bible mother gave to mo
Before volunteered
/ "Tm very tired Of talking now;
| Please raise my head up higher,
And fold nay blanket closely down,
] Aud build larger fire."