Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-06-30
CHORDS.

For southern rights nurrtni
Hurrah for the bonnie blue nag
That bears a single star.
As long as the Union
Was faithful to her trust.
Like friends and like brothers
Kind were we and just.
But now when northern treachery
Attempts our rights to mar.
We hoist on high the bonnie blue flag
That bears single star. Chorus.
TENTING TONIGHT.
We're tenting tonight on the old camp
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, song of home
And friends we love so dear!
CHORUS.
Many are the hearts that are weary TO-
night,
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn OF peace;
Tenting tonight, tenting Tonight.
Tenting on the old oamp-ground.
We've been tenting tonight on the old
camp-ground,
Thinking OF the days gone by;
OF the loved ones at home that gave us
And the tear that said. Good-byl
Chorus.
We are tired of war on the old camp
ground;
Many are dead and gone,
OF the brave and true, who've left Their
homes;
Others have been wounded long.
Chorus.
We've been fighting to-day on the old
camp-ground;
Many are lying near
Some are dead and some are dying
Many are in tears
CHORUS.
NAVY ora tho hearts that are weary to-
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-gTound.
OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Way down upon the Swsnee river.
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole CREATION
Still longing for the old plantation.
And for the old folks at home.
CHORUS.
All the void Is sad and dreary,
Everywhere i roam;
Oh! darkies, how my heart grows
weary.
Far from the old folks at home.
All dlOuUu lNt iiAtit A"AA
When / was young;
There many happy days j squandered,
Many the songs | sung.
When I was playing with my prother'
Oh, take me 20 my kind old mother.
There let me live and die. Chorus.
MARYLAND. MY MARYLAND.
Tle despots heel in on thy shore.
Marylandi
His torch is al thy temple door.
Marylandl
Ayenge the patriotic gore
That fecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle-dueen OF yore'
Maryland, my Maryland!
Hark to thy wandering sons appeal,
Maryland.
Ny mother State. to thee / kneel.
Maryland
For life and death, for foe and veal.
Thy peerless chvalry reveal,
And grid thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland. my Maryland.
ANNIE OF THE VALE.
The young stars are glowing. their dear
light bestowing;
Their radiance nils the calm, clear sum-
mer night:
Come forth like a fairy. SO oithsome ana
airy.
light.
Come love. come love- come!
Come ere the night-torch is pale!
Oh, come in thy beauty. tiny marvel OF
beauty,
Dear Annie, dear Annie Of the Vale.
The world we inherit is charmed by thy
As radiant as the mild. warm summer
day.
The watchdog is snarling. for fear. Annie
His beautiful young friend I'd steal
owev Chorus.
VIRGINIA.
Virginia, Virginia, the home OF the tree'
The birthplace OF Washington.
The land of liberty
Your soil Is invaded by tyrants and
knayes. ,
Your fields. once so brilliant,
Now gloomy with graves.
CHORUS.
virginia. Virginia, the home OF the Tree.
Three cheers for Virginia and sweet IL
Three cheers for Virginia and sweet IL
berty.
vireinia Virginia. the battles begun