The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-28
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or de year OF Jubilee.

And even you dear spectators,
come list 20 my song of starvation.
For we soldiers have seen something
Than a storm. a retreat or a fight:
And the body may toll on and suffer
With a smile SO the heart IS all right. etc.
wonder II anybody remembers the
funny song they used 10 sing Ina the six
ues-"The Captain With Hts Whiskers''-
which throws a peculiar light over the
social world Of those bitter DAYS mar
rating, as Il did, the romance OF a young
girl, who became "smitten." as they say
in these modern days. with one OF the
captains while the army was passing
through town. The FIRST verse OF the song
was as follows:
As they marched through the town.
With their banners so gay,
ran to the window
To hear the band play;
l peeped through the blinds
Very cautiously then,
Lest the neighbors should say,
Just to look at the men.
Oh. heard the drums beat,
And the music so sweet,
But my eyes at the time
caught much greater treat;
The troop was the finest
ever did see,
And the cap'n with whiskers
Took sly glance at me, etc.
There has been some dispute as to the
real author of Close up the Ranks -
From best authority, Il seems that this
song was written by a refugee in Lon
don, and was addressed to the soldiers
in camp by Chaplain 5. +. Cameron in
1864, the song being Inscribed to Miss
Constance Carey.
The song was FIRST published by a music
dealer In Richmond In 1864, and the first
verse of II was as follows:
The fell invader is before;
Close tho ranks, close up the ranksl
Wen hurl his legions from our shore;
Close the ranks, close up the ranksl
Our wives and children are behind
Our mothers, sisters, dear and kind,
Their voices reach us on the wind
Close the ranks, close up the ranksl
There seems to have been two drummer
boys Of Shiloh who became famous In
modern times we all know Mat. Jack
Glenn OF the United States army as the
Drummer Boy Of Shiloh" and II is true
that Gen. Grant did find him there q
mere tot of fellow beating the drum
and leading the federal forces on But
confederate veterans will doubtless recall
that there was a drummer boy at Shiloh
who was killed, and that a song was writ
ten TO commemorate his deeds of valor
The song was printed in the old DAYS at
Richmond, Macon and Mobile, with q
huge wood cut on the front page Of the
music, showing a thrilling scene, the drum
mer boy being picked from the battle
field by wounded soldier. The song was
as follows:
on Shilohs dark and bloody ground.
The dead and wounded lay,
Amongst them was a drummer boy,
Who beat the drum that day
A wounded soldier raised him up.
his drum was by his SIDE
He clasped his hands and raised his eyes
And prayed before he died. etc.
So much for the martial airs of the
south in the times Of war In addition
TO such songs as these, there were nu-
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bearing upon the romantic side of the war.
when This Cruel War is Over was one
Of the romantic ballads OF that DAY and
time.
'Harkl Our country calls you, loved one
Angels guide your w0y;
While our Southern boys" are lighting.
We can only pray
When you strike for God and freedom.
Let all nations see
How you love our Southern banner
Emblem Of the free" etc.
Another Of the romantic verses put 10
music in the trying days OF the sixties
or II dream of Thee" The song was
printed on cheap brown paper by an Au-
gusta music house In 1864 and the front
page bore large picture of a confeder-
ate private standing besides a cannon
holding up a confederate flag, and the
dusty old piece of sheet music as found
In these later days in the parlors Of old
southern families presents a picturesque
and striking appearance. The song Is as
follows:
BY the campfres lonely watch,
BY the mountains granite side,
Where the brook glides soft and free
/ dream of thee, dream of thee
When the midnight watch I'm keeping,
Where Is heard the sentry's tread,
Thou art then so sweetly sleeping
Dreaming blessings on my head.
Perhaps one OF the most exciting songs
of war times, from southern stand
point, was the intensely sectional song
There's Life in the Old Land Yet" This
was written by James r. Randall, and he
certainly seems to have meant business
when he wrote the following verses:
BY blue Patapsco's billowy dash
The tyrants war shout comes
Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,
And the growl of his sullen drums.
We hear It, we heed 1t with vengeful
And we shall not forgive or forget;
There's faith in the streams, there's hope
There's life in the old land yet
Our women have hung their harps away.
They scowl on your brutal bands,
While the nimble poignard dares the day
In their dear defiant hands;
They'll tear their tresses to string our
bows,
Ere the northern sun is set;
There's faith in their unrelenting woes,
There's life in the old land yet.
Such were the songs sung in the south
during the sixties. Rarely do we find
anybody now who can sing them They
seem to have lost their melody with the
dying roar of artillery at Appomattox.
or certainly soon after the stars and bars
went down. What curios relics they are
now Mute witnesses of the dead, but
unforgotten past. There'll soon be no.
body to sing them. The voice has grown
faa -
cords. The harp will soon hang silent
on the wall beside the WORKOUT Jacket OF
gray, for the warriors are fast falling
In line in a land where wild wars blast
is never blown, nor drum-taps never
sounded" Remsen Crawford
Punishment to Fit the Crime.
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