The National tribune., 1883-08-09

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So to-day when come home, mother,
On. do not mourn and weep,
But kiss and ssifiie UE0n me,
And let NE 90 to sleep
With my head upon your breast. mother,
Your warm breath my check;
For II see yonF tears mother,
1t viii make me very weak
Yes, am coming home to you now mother
am coming home to-day,
Never to go to the again,
am coming home to stay
Till the angels come 70 bear ne
To my brighter home on high.
am coming home dear mother
am coming home TO die.
And in years to come dear mother,
and you need helping hand
Tel your wants 10 rny soldier brothers.
They viii come at your command
Yes. when am al and gone. mother,
And our fair land has no slave
Yes, my country viii protect you
My country died to save.
Many were the songs written in commemo-
ration of the close of the war and retGrn Of our
veterans. The following, by Mrs. Lizzie York
Case, of Baltimore, appeared at the time of the
grand review at the Capital:
HOmsward Bound.
Thank God the last proud viesory's wonI
The last long, weary march IS done;
The bivOCac fires are burning low
Anfoonquered Is the last fierce foe;
While they who have the danger dared
And they who have the trials shared
With wreaths Of deathless glory crowned,
Thank God. at last are hOmeVvard bound.
Shoulder to shoulder they have stood
On many a field of war and blood;
Together fought on battle plain;
Together wept for eOmrafie slain
These soldiers brave and tried and slue.
VIII bd each other now adieH
And with all honor, glory erownd,
Each warrior chief is hOmeward bound.
The drum shall muster them no more,
Nor cannon sound its deadly roar;
The bugle call they VIII not hear
But voice of loved ones I'll their ear.
The battles shock. the dUugeous gloom.
They change for JOYS OF home, sweet home;
On may home. with plenty erOwn'd,
Await each soldier hOmew&rd boundI
Ended. at last, this cruel war;
OH mother sister weep no more;
Let all your fears and sorrows cease,
And hail the holy dawn OF peace.
Come with your smiles and kind words, come.
And bid the hero Welcome hOmef'f
He comes with wreatEs OF Iaurei crown'd,
Your soldier boy is homeward bound
No more TO tread the p;c<et-iine;
No more in hospital To pine5
No more 70 long for words from hons
To cheer the weary prison gloom.
No more to rush to deadly strife;
No more to peril limb and lie:
For peace, at last, sweet peace is found,
And they who sought her h-meward bound.
What is the pittance that he shares
For all the soldier braves and dares?
Ah, who ike him, leaves home and friends,
His country honor TO defend
Oh. had the soldier courage failed,
Our banner IN tee dust had rr,iled,
And liberty her grave had found,
And slavery been with triumph eroEn'd.
When the red tide Of battle lowered,
Or when defeated, OveTpOwersd.
Ssill firm the mighty phsslaux stood,
Like rivers ran their hero blood.
They left their dead in thousands slain,
And rallied round their faes again;
They that flag with victory crown'd,
And now they're marching hOT0eward bound.
They come to US all battle worm
They bring our flag with bullets torn;
TetwIth It's stains of battle gore
IT'S dearer, hoiier, than before;
For liberty i born anew
Beneath that dear red, white and blue
Then hail the flag with victory crOwH'dI
Then hail the soldier hOnleward bound.
But there are hundred thousand slain,
Who sleep upon the battle plain:
And there are thousand hearts that yearn
For those who never VIII return
OH while we write each Gealhless name
Upon the sacred scroll OF fame
Let provide for those that mourni
And comfort those whose hearts are torn:
Whose sons, with brighter glory crown'd
a dearer, better " Home have found
And here is another, originally printed IN
ballad form, that, yellow and faded with age,
is sent to US to have its youth renewed:
The Soldiers Farewell
AIR Tas Bonnie Blue Flag"
Well boys the time at last has come, This cruel
war IS Ger
And we are all returning home to see our friends
Your hearts are full Of happy thoushts-your spir-
It's bright know;
But please accept comrades song and sing il a.
you go.
Chorus,-HurrahI hurrahi for civil life hurrahi
Hur=ah for our happy homes; we II think
no more Of war.
We're going home; why. boys, the thought thrills
every heart with Joy;
Those happy homes for which we fought, when
traitors would destroy.
Through all the dark aud gloomy past those homes
have been secure;
And OF we pledged while life should last those
homes S!sould stiu endure.
ChorUs.-Hurrahi sc.
The soldiers rough ard ihorny path together we
did tread,
And firmly, truly, stood cur ground, where sleep
our hOuored dead
The battles front has been our home tA<ongh AL
these bloody yc rs,
And when think of those who sell, wa cannot
check the tears
CROrus.-Hurrahl &c
The soldiers lot Is hard indeed. but some brighG
When looking back upon the past with eys Of
memory.
We had our fun with ali the rest, and viii res.nern-
Der long
The bright spots n our soldier life IN spite OF all
our wrongs.
ChOr1ss.-IIurrah! &C.
wcer going home, we're free nj last we're citizens
more,
And soon wen meet our zls.Ey friends as many 8
cottage door.
But comrades just Before we leave t,souId be .
'pious plan
For rs to bid a las: farewell 70 Good Old Uncle
SAM
Chorlts.-HurTahl Sc.
GoOd-by, Old Boy, you now must try 20 low your
own essnoe,''
We have lul1llcd our solemn Vows th.s we would
yoU through
Ifs t-ue NJ times you used us roughwe cursed you
About your bareback - and poor grs but let "a
paIt friends.
ChOFsiS-Hurraht &c
Cid Boy, in spite Of al your faults. the soIdssx
loves you sill;
No hardship or ingltitu5le ms generous heart can
ciIii!
- Our F.sg-our Union right or wrong; - this shall
.uT motto be;
Thea Uncle sam, give Us your hand, and now
gOOd-by TO thee
Chorus HurTah. SC.
! comrades who are !efs behiad, we bid You al
farewell,
Ard a. the thorght OF leaving YOU cur hearts
within vs. swell.
But trust you al VIII 20 your
l.ients once NOSE,
And often then in memory Wen Eght battlss
o'er.
Chorus flurrat1t Se