As sung by Chaplain C.C. McCabe while a prisoner in Libby, after hearing Old Ben (the colored paper-seller in Richmond) cry out, “Great news by the telegraph! Great battles at Gettysburg! Union soldiers gain the day!” Upon hearing such glorious news Chaplain McCabe sung this soul-stirring hymn, all the prisoners joining heartily in the chorus, making the old prison walls ring—“Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!”
| 16th Corps emblem SIXTEENTH CORPS. |
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible quick sword; His truth is marching on. Chorus.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Chorus.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! |
| I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel, “As ye deal with my contemners, so with my grace shall deal; Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.” Chorus.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Chorus.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! In the beauties 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. Chorus.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! |
(By John Howard Payne.)
Key of E Flat.
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’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home; there’s no place like home Oh, there’s no place like home. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Thro’ the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds, singing gaily, that came at my call; Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. |
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Key of B Flat.
| Mower BRIG. GEN’L JOS. A. MOWER. |
Why am I so weak and weary? See how faint my heated breath; All around to me seems darkness; Tell me, comrades, is this death? Ah! how well I know your answer; To my fate I meekly bow, If you’ll only tell me truly Who will care for mother now? Chorus. Soon with angels I’ll be marching, With bright laurels on my brow; I have for my country fallen; Who will care for mother now? |
| Who will comfort her in sorrow? Who will dry the falling tear, Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead? Who will whisper words of cheer? Even now I think I see her Kneeling, praying for me! how Can I leave her in anguish? Who will care for mother now?—Chorus. |
| Let this knapsack be my pillow, And my mantle be the sky; Hasten, comrades, to the battle! I will like a soldier die. Soon with angels I’ll be marching, With bright laurels on my brow; I have for my country fallen; Who will care for mother now?—Chorus. |
25th Corps emblem 25TH CORPS. |
(Used by permission.)
Key of C.
| Blair MAJ. GEN’L FRANK P. BLAIR. |
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 vowed to me and country Ever to be true. Chorus. Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and fears how vain; When this 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. |
Signal Corps emblem SIGNAL CORPS. |
| canister CANISTER. |
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 our starry banner, Emblem of the free.—Chorus. |
Father Abra'am sheet music
(Used by permission of S. Brainard’s Sons, owners of the copyright.)
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Lincoln LINCOLN. |
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 Abraham—three hundred thousand more! |
| If you look across the hill-tops that meet the northern sky, Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry; And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloud 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 Abraham—three hundred thousand more! If you look all up our valleys, where the growing harvests shine, You may see our sturdy farmer-boys fast forming into line, And children from their mothers’ 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 Abraham—three hundred thousand more! |
| 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 grasp 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 Abraham—three hundred thousand more! |
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Key of A.
| 20th Corps emblem 20TH CORPS. |
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. |
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We’ve been tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Thinking of days gone by, Of loved ones at home who gave us the hand And the tear that said good-bye.—Chorus. We’re tired of the war on the old camp ground; Many are dead and gone Of the brave and true who have 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. 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; Dying tonight, dying tonight, Dying on the old camp ground. |
Sibley tent SIBLEY TENT. |
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| 10th Corps emblem TENTH CORPS. |
John Brown’s body lies a mouldering in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a mouldering in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a mouldering in the grave, His soul’s marching on! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! His soul’s marching on! |
| He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord, He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord, He’s gone to be a soldier in the army of our Lord, His soul’s marching on! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! His soul’s marching on! John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown’s knapsack is strapped upon his back, His soul’s marching on! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! His soul’s marching on! His pet lamps will meet him on the way, His pet lamps will meet him on the way, His pet lamps will meet him on the way, They go marching on! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! They go marching on! They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! As they march along! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! As they march along! |
| Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! As we are marching on! Chorus. Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Glory Hally, Hallelujah! Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah! |
grapeshot GRAPE. |
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Key of G Flat.
| Logan MAJ. GEN. JOHN A. LOGAN. |
Yes, we’ll rally round the flag, boys, we’ll 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 of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle cry of freedom; And we’ll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle cry of freedom.—Chorus. |
| We will welcome to our ranks the loyal, true, and brave, Shouting the battle cry of freedom; And altho’ they may be poor, not a man shall 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. |
15th Corps emblem FIFTEENTH CORPS. |
| We are a band of patriots, Who each leave home and friend Our noble Constitution And banner to defend; Our Capitol was threatened, And the cry rose near and far To protect our country’s glorious flag That glitters with many a star. |
9th Corps emblem NINTH CORPS. |
| Chorus. Hurrah, hurrah, for the Union, boys, hurrah! Hurrah for our forefathers’ good old flag That glitters with many a star. Much patience and forbearance The North has always shown Toward her Southern brethren, Who had each way their own; But when we made our President A man whom we desired Their wrath was roused, they mounted guns, And on Fort Sumter fired.—Chorus. They forced the war upon us, For peaceful men are we; They steal our money, seize our forts, And then as cowards flee; False to their vows and to the flag That once protected them, They sought the Union to dissolve, Earth’s noblest, brightest gem.—Chorus. |
| Quinby BRIG. GEN. ISAAC F. QUINBY. |
We’re in the right and will prevail, The Stars and Stripes must fly, The “bonnie blue flag” be hauled down, And every traitor die; Freedom and peace enjoyed by all As ne’er was known before, Our Spangled Banner wave on high, With stars just thirty-four.—Chorus. |
America sheet music
Key of F.
| 5th Corps emblem FIFTH CORPS. |
My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim’s pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. |
| My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom’s song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. |
| Our father’s God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God our King. |
Osterhaus GEN. PETER J. OSTERHAUS. |
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COMBINATION KNIFE, FORK, AND SPOON.
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Key of C.
| Lee BRIG. GEN. ALBERT L. LEE. |
Say, darkies, hab you seen old massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Go long de road some time dis mornin’, Like he gwine to leave de place? He seen a smoke way up de ribber Whar de Linkum gunboats lay; He took his hat an’ left berry sudden, An’ I ’spect he’s run’d away! Chorus. De massa run, ha, ha! De darky stay! ho, ho! It mus’ be now de kingdom comin’ An’ de year of Jubilo! |
| He is six foot one way, four foot tudder, An’ he weigh tree hundred pounds; His coat so big he couldn’t pay de tailor, An’ it wouldn’t go half way round; He drill so much dey call him Cap’n, An’ he get so drefful tanned, I ’spects he’ll try an’ fool dem Yankees For to tink he’s contraband.—Chorus. De darkies feel so lonesome libbing In de log house on de lawn Dey move dar tings to massa’s parlor For to keep it while he’s gone. Dar’s wine an’ cider in de kitchen, An’ de darkies dey’ll hab some; I s’pose dey’ll all be confiscated When de Linkum soldiers come.—Cho. |
M'Arthur BRIG. GEN. JOHN M’ARTHUR. |
| De oberseer he make us trubble, An’ he dribe us round a spell; We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, Wid de key trown in de well; De whip is lost, de han’cuff broken; But de massa’ll habe his pay; He’s ole enough, big enough, ought to know better Dan to went and run away.—Chorus. |
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Key of A Flat.
| Hovey GEN. ALVIN P. HOVEY. |
We shall meet, but we shall miss him; There will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him While we breathe our evening prayer. When, a year ago, we gathered Joy was in his mild blue eye; But a golden cord is severed, And our hopes in ruin lie. Chorus. We shall meet, but we shall miss him; There will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him When we breathe our evening prayer. |
| At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell At remembrance of the story How our noble Willie fell; How he strove to bear our banner Through the thickest of the fight, And upheld our country’s honor In the strength of manhood’s might.—Chorus. |
| True, they tell us wreaths of glory Evermore will deck his brow; But this soothes the anguish only Sweeping o’er our heart strings now. Sleep, today, O early fallen! In thy green and narrow bed; Dirges from the pine and cypress Mingle with the tears we shed.—Chorus. |
Kimball GEN. NATHAN KIMBALL. |
Key of G.
| Ord MAJ. GEN. E.O.C. ORD. |
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, Nearer to Thee! Though, like a 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, Nearer to Thee! |
| There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 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, Nearer to Thee! |
Porter ADMIRAL DAVID D. PORTER. |
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SHRAPNEL CONTAINING 80 MUSKET BALLS.
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Key of B Flat.
| Carr BRIG. GEN. EUGENE A. CARR. |
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. |
| In the battle front we stood when the fiercest charge was made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more; But before we reached their lines they were beaten back dismayed, And we hear the cry of victory o’er and o’er.—Chorus. |
1st Corps emblem FIRST CORPS. |
| Steele MAJ. GEN. FRED’K STEELE. |
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 friends and home once more.—Chorus. |
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Key of B Flat.
| Wilson's Cavalry Corps emblem WILSON’S CAVALRY CORPS. |
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, hurrah! We’ll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we’ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. |
| The old church bell will peal with joy, Hurrah, hurrah! To welcome our darling boy, Hurrah, hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we’ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah, hurrah! We’ll give the hero three times three, Hurrah, hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow, And we’ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. |
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| 3d Corps emblem THIRD CORPS. |
Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah, hurrah! Their choicest treasures then display, Hurrah, hurrah! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior’s heart, And we’ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. |