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Yes we'll rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
We'll rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the Battle Cry of freedom.
Chorus:
The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
We are springing to the call for three hundred thousand more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And we'll fill the vacant ranks of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the Battle Cry of freedom.
Chorus
We will welcome to our numbers the loyal true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And al tho' he may be poor he shall never be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
Chorus
So we're springing to the call from the east and from the west,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best,
Shouting the Battle Cry of freedom.
Chorus
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O! It is great for our country to die, whose ranks are contending,
Bright is the wreath of our fame; glory awaits us for aye;
Glory, that never is dim, shining on with a light never ending;
Glory, that never shall fade, never O! never away!
O! it is sweet for our country to die, how softly reposes
Warrior youth on his bier, wet by the tears of his love,
Wet by a mother's warm tears; they crown him in garlands of roses,
Weep, and then joyously turn, bright where he triumphs above.
Not in Elysian Fields, by the still oblivious river,
Not in the isles of the blest, over the blue rolling sea;
But on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted forever;
There shall assemble the good, there the wise, valiant, and free.
O! then how great for our country to die, in the front ranks to perish,
Firm with our breast to the foe, victory's shout in our ear;
Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our memory cherish;
We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the sweet music to hear.
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John Brown's Body
John Brown's Body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's Body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
John Brown's Body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
But his soul is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
But his soul is marching on.
Chorus
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory pf the coming of the Lord:
He has trampled out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
Chorus
I have read a fiery gospel forged in burnished rows of steel:
As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heal,
Since God is marching on.
Chorus
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgement seat:
Oh! be swift, my soul to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Chorus
In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
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Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you;
While upon the fields we're watching, with the enemy in view.
Comrades brave around me lying, fill'd with tho'ts of home and God;
For well they know that on the morrow, some will sleep beneath the sod.
Chorus:
Farewell Mother you may never
Press me to you heart again;
But O, you'll not forget me, Mother,
If I'm number'd with the slain.
Oh, I long to see you, Mother; and the loving ones at home;
But, I'll never leave our banner, till in honor I can come.
Tell those traitors all around you, that their cruel words, we know,
In every battle kill our soldiers by the help they give the foe.
Chorus
Hark! I hear the bugle sounding, tis the signal for the fight,
Now may God protect us, Mother, as he ever does the right.
Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom," how it swells upon the air;
Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard, or we'll perish nobly there.
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Nearer My God to Thee
05:43
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Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Chorus:
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Chorus
There let the way appear steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,
Chorus
Then with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Chorus
Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,
Chorus
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Tenting Tonight
05:56
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We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home
And friends we love so dear.
Chorus:
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old camp ground.
We've been tenting tonight on the old camp-ground,
Thinking of days gone by,
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand,
And the tear that said, "Good-bye!"
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 been wounded long.
Chorus
We've been fighting today on the old camp ground,
Many are lying near;
Some are dead, and some are dying,
Many are in tears.
Chorus
Dying tonight, dying tonight,
Dying on the old camp ground.
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
03:24
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In the prison cell I sit, thinking Mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
And the tears they fill my eyes 'spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
Chorus:
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! The boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again,
Of the free land in our own beloved home.[2]
In the battle front we stood, when their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.
Chorus
So within the prison cell we are waiting for the day
That shall come to open wide the iron door.
And the hollow eye grows bright, and the poor heart almost gay,
As we think of seeing home and friends once more.
Chorus
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We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more,
From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.
We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.
We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
Chorus:
We are coming, coming, our Union to restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,
And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,
We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
Chorus
If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine,
You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line;
And children from their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds,
And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs;
And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,
We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
Chorus
You have called us, and we're coming by Richmond's bloody tide,
To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage grip, to wrench the murderous blade;
And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade.
Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before,
We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!
Chorus
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Weeping, Sad and Lonely
06:50
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Dearest love, do you remember,
When we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me,
Kneeling at my feet?
Oh! how proud you stood before me.
In your suit of blue,
When you vow'd to me and country,
Ever to be true.
Chorus:
Weeping, sad and lonely,
Hopes and fears how vain, Yet praying,
When the cruel war is over,
Praying! that we meet again.
When the summer breeze is sighing,
Mournfully along!
Or when autumn leaves are falling,
Sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying
On the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying;
Calling, but in vain.
Chorus
If amid the din of battle,
Nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you,
None to hear you call.
Who would whisper words of comfort,
Who would soothe your pain?
Ah! the many cruel fancies
Ever in my brain.
Chorus
But our country called you, darling,
Angels cheer your way,
While our nation's sons are fighting,
We can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and liberty,
Let all nations see
How we love the starry banner,
Emblem of the free.
Chorus
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Jeff Greenawalt Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Three of my great passions are acting, music, and history. Being retired from a real job gives me the time to pursue them full-time. I managed to combine all three through performing living history and period music. My under-graduate degree is in theater arts. While pursuing a career in health care administration, I managed to also study guitar and voice. I hope you enjoy the result! ... more
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