The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-08-11

With Uncle Sam and Andy.
Just SO they do now, more than 30 years
after. Whether for quicker wit or reader
material, ~ ankee DOODLE moved to
livelier step, and found more and apter
verses, no one would say, but such was
the Case. # the North satirized "Dixie,'
the South took the same liberty and gave
us another Yankee DOODLE which
began with
Yankee Doodle had a mind
To whip the Southern traitors,
Because they didn't choose to live
On Goldfish and potatoes.
With delicate reference to the way the
Northern soldiers were said to take to the
Southern peach brandy
Yankee Doodle, Doodle Doc,
Yankee Doodle Dandy;
And so to keep his courage up,
He took drink Of brandy
Whether the latter lost him the battle
of Bull Run or not, the song most laugh
ably recites it.
But, touching the Southern heart to in
tense enthusiasm, "Maryland My Mary
land'' was to them what ''John Brown
Body was to the North. The popular
ity of both was immediate, intense, and
as lasting as time. No song of the South
so shared the glory of ''Dixie'' as did
''Maryland, My Maryland. Guards who
patrolled the city of Baltimore during the
war said that in many threshold suppos-
ed to be neutral, at midnight, and with
suppressed zeal, they had heard the muf-
fled music of the song. After the insur-
gent forces failed to take and hold Mary
land, some war time wag set the wellin
ringing with:
All me! I've had enough of thee,
Maryland, my Mary land!
Dear land, thou art too dear for me,
Maryland. my Maryland
| III take the nearest ford and 90,
III leave thee, darling, to the foe.
But do not let him kick me So
Mary land, my Maryland
While it required all of the wit and wis
dom of those whom nature endowed with
so rare gift as casting sunshine about
them and who gave us TESTING songs,
others walled in 4 minor key, Many are
the hearts that are waiting to- night Or
there was a despairing appeal frora some
| body's love-
Dearest heart, do you remember
When we last did meet,
How you told me that YOU loved me
kneeling at my feet?
And then came sad monotonous,
portentous refrain from over the battle
fields, Just Before the Battle, Mother y
1t was echoed in Northern and Southern
hearts alike and was often their death
knell.
A song sung by both sides alike by sim
ply changing the blue for the gray
"a cry that was in every soldier heart,
on every womans hps-was ''When the
Cruel War Is Over" And with the
thought OF she who, grown weary of wait
ing, often as sweet as the hooking bird S
trill, there toated up with the smoke of
the camp fire on the still night air the
dream of
-Hally, sweet Hally,
For the thought OF her is one that meier
She is sleeping in the valley,
And the knocking bird is singing where she
lies.
Then over the almost breathless silence.
trilled clear and sweet, came the half
hushed chorus:
Listen to the hooking bird,
The knocking bird still singing DER her
grave;
Listen to the hooking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows
wave
thoughts of 'When johnny Comes March
1uS llOiHC, anu many q olC uCN-
er came marching back, this old song
rang with hooking refrain through many
years. Many long night worn with
waiting has been ended by pleasant
dreams, as some beiated watcher, stray
ing along the street, sang ''When Johnny
Comes Marching Home.
More martial in air yet fitting any
string of jingle was Tramp, Tramp,
Tramp, the Boys are Marching, land no
song of all the war seemed to so well fit
the roll of the drum as this. Many
time have the tagging, depleted ranks
been sent merrily, hopefully onward by
the cry OF 'Cheer up, comrades, they
will Gomez
1.-THE Battle Cry of Freedom was by
far the most popular song of the war
the one the boys all rallied to. 1t was
written in 1861 and sung at a public
meeting in Union Square, New York. A
family of singers rendered it on that
occasion, and it SO electrified the masses
that they burst in upon the chorus after
the second verse, with wild enthusiasm.
A writer says that ''during the terrible
May, 1864, when the enemy's ranks had
received maddening onslaught and been
broken by the Ninth Corps, which be-
came exposed to flank attack, and were
driven back in disorder, stumbling over
their own dead comrades, they had re-
treated but few yards when they again
formed and confronted the enemy. Just
then some gallant fellow in the ranks of
the Fifty fifth Pennsylvania began to
sing-hs voice rising above the din of
battle:
Well rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry Of Freedom.
The refrain was caught up instantly by
the entire regiment, also the Thirty
sixth Massachusetts, next in line. Then