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• Wearing Of The Gray - Bobby Horton
• We'll Fight For Uncle Abe - Bobby Horton
• We Are Coming Father Abraham - Bobby Horton
• The Yellow Rose Of Texas - Bobby Horton
• The Kentucky Battle Song - Bobby Horton
• The Captain And His Whiskers - Bobby Horton
• The Bonnie Blue Flag - Bobby Horton
• Stonewall Jackson's Way - Bobby Horton
• Oh I'm A Good Old Rebel - Bobby Horton
• New York Volunteer - Bobby Horton
• Maryland My Maryland - Bobby Horton
• Long Ago - Bobby Horton
• Everybody's Dixie - Bobby Horton
• Dixie - Bobby Horton
• Battle Cry Of Freedom - Bobby Horton

The fearful struggle's ended now and peace smiles on
our land,
And though we've yielded we have proved ourselves a
faithful band.
We fought them long, we fought them well, we fought
them night and day,
And bravely struggled for our rights while wearing of
the gray.
And now that we have ceased to fight and pledged our
sacred word,
That we against the Union's might no more will draw the
sword,
We feel despite the sneers of those who never smelt the
fray,
That we've a manly, honest right to wearing of the
gray.
Our cause is lost the more we fight 'gainst
o'erwhelming power,
All wearied are our limbs and drenched with many a
battle shower.
We feign we rest for want of strength in yielding up
the day,
And lower the flag so proudly born while wearing of the
gray.
Defeat is not dishonor, our honor not bereft,
We thank God that in our hearts this priceless boon was
left.
And though we weep just for those braves who stood in
proud array,
Beneath our flag and nobly died while wearing of the
gray.
When in the ranks of war we stood and faced the deadly
hail,
Our simple suits of gray composed our only coats of
mail.
And on the awful hours that marked the bloody battle
day,
In memories we'll still be seen wearing of the gray.
Oh! should we reach that glorious place where waits a
sparklin' crown,
For everyone who for the right his soldier life lay
down.
God grant to us the privilege upon that happy day,
Of claspin' hands with those who fell while wearing of

Way down in old Varginni,
I suppose you all do know,
They have tried to bust the Union
But they find it is no go,
The yankee boys are starting out
De Union for to sabe,
And we're going down to Washington,
To fight for Uncle Abe.
Chorus:
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap
Strap your knapsacks on your back
For we're a gwine to Washington
To fight for Uncle Abe.
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap
Strap your knapsacks on your back
For we're a gwine to Washington
To fight for Uncle Abe.
There is General Grant at Vicksburg,
Just see what he has done,
He has taken sixty cannon
And made the Rebels run,
And next he will take Richmond
I'll bet you half a dollar
And if he catches Gen'ral Johnson
Oh wont he make him holler.
The season now is coming,
When the roads begin to dry,
Soon the army of the Potomac
Will make the rebels fly,
For General McClellan he's the man
The Union for to sabe,
O! Hail Columbia's right side up,
And so's your Uncle Abe.
Chorus
You may talk of Southern Chivalry
And cotton being king,
But I guess before the war is done
You'll think another thing,
They say that recognition
Will the rebel country sabe,
But Johnny Bull and Mister France

We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 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, 300,000 more!
CHORUS: We are coming, we are coming our Union to
restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 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

There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see
No other fellow knows her
No other, only me
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her
We never more will part
(Chorus)
She's the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Is the only girl for me
Where the Rio Grande is flowing
And the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night
She thinks if I remember
When we parted long ago
I promised to come back again
And never leave her so
(Chorus)
Oh now I'm going to find her
For my heart is full of woe
And we'll sing the song together
That we sang so long ago
We'll play the banjo gaily
And we'll sing the song of yore
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Shall be mine for ever more
(Chorus)
*Some versions have these 2 lines as
the last lines of chorus*
But the Yellow Rose of Texas

deu|In the year of '61, we left our native land,
Cause we could not bend our spirits to
the tyrant's stern command.
So we rallied 'round our Buckner,
while our hearts were sad and sore,
To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers
did before....
CHORUS
And we'll march! march! march!
to the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
from our old Kentucky home....
When at first the southern flag unfurled
its' folds upon the air,
Its' stars had hardly gathered 'til
Kentucky's sons were there.
And we swore a solemn oath and sternly
gathered round
We would only live as freemen in the
dark and bloody ground.
With Buckner as our leader
and Morgan in the van,
We'll plant the flag of freedom
in our fair and happy land,
We'll drive the tyrant's minions
to the Ohio's rolling flood,
and dye her waves with crimson
with the coward yankee blood..
So cheer ye southern braves,
you will soon see the day,
When Kentucky's fairest daughters
will cheer you on your way,
Then their proud old mothers
will welcome one and all,
for united we stand,

As they marched through the town with their banners so
I went to the window to hear the band play,
And I peeped through the blinds very cautiously then
Lest the neighbors should say I was looking at the men.
I heard the drum beat and the music so sweet
But my eyes at the moment caught a much greater treat,
For the troop was the first that ever I did see
And the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at
When we met at the ball, I of course thought it right
To pretend that we never had met till that night.
But he knew me at once, 1 perceived at a glance,
So I hung down my head when he asked me to dance.
He sat by my side at the end of the set,
And the sweet words he told me, I never can forget.
For my heart was enlisted and could not get free
When the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at
Though he marched from the town, and I saw him no more,
Yet I think of him still and the whiskers he wore.
I dream all the night, and I talk all the day
Of the love of a captain who has gone far away.
I remember with superabundant delight
When we met in the street, and we danced all the night,
And I keep in my mind how my heart jumped with glee
When the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at
But there's hope! For a friend just ten minutes ago
Said the captain had returned from the war, and I know
He'll be looking for me with considerable zest,
And when he has found me you all know the rest.
Perhaps he is here, let me look 'round the house,
Keep still every one of you , as still as a mouse.
For if that dear captain is here he will be

We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,
Fighting for our Liberty, with treasure, blood and
toil;
And when our rights were threaten’d, the cry rose near
and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag, that bears a Single
Star! Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern Rights, hurrah!
Hurrah! For the Bonnie Blue Flag, that bears a Single
Star!
As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, like
friends and like brethren 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 a
Single Star.
First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand;
Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida, All
rais’d on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single
Star.
Ye men of valor, gather round the Banner of the Right,
Texas and fair Louisiana, join us in the fight;
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, Statesman
rare, Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a
Single Star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, hurrah! Hurrah!
For the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star.
And heroes to brave Virginia! The Old Dominion State,
With the young Confederacy at length has link’d her
fate;
Impell’d by her example, now other States prepare, To
hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single
Star.
Then cheer, boys, raise the joyous shot, For Arkansas
and North Carolina now have both gone out;
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given,
The Single Star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be
Eleven.
Then here’s to our Confederacy, strong we are and
brave, like patriots of old, we’ll fight our heritage
to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would
prefer, So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a
Single Star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, hurrah! Hurrah!

Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the rails,
Stir up the campfire bright;
No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
We see him now, the old slouched hat
Cocked o'er his eye askew,
The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
That "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well
Says he, "That's Banks; he's fond of shell
Lord save his soul! We'll give him"...well,
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off!
Old Blue Light's going to pray;
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff;
Attention; it's his way!
Appealing from his native sod,
In forma pauperis to God--
"Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod;
Amen." That's "Stonewall's way."
He's in the saddle now! Fall in!
Steady, the whole brigade!
Hill's at the ford, cut off! He'll win
His way out, ball and blade.
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn?
"Quick step--we're with him ere the dawn!"
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
The sun's bright glances rout the mists
Of morning, and, by George!
There's Longstreet struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge--
Pope and his Yankees whipped before
"Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roar,
"Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score
In Stonewall Jackson's way."
Ah, maiden! wait and watch and yearn
For news of Stonewall's band!
Ah, widow! read with eyes that burn
That ring upon thy hand!
Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope on,
Thy life shall not be all forlorn
The foe had better ne'er been born,

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought agin her,
I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.
I hates the yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the declaration
Of independence, too;
I hates the glorious union-
’tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.
I rode with Robert E. Lee,
For three years, thereabouts.
Got wounded in four places
And starved at Point Lookout.
I caughts the rheumatism
A-camping in the snow.
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Lie still in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot.
I wish they were three millions
Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't going to love 'em,
Now that is certain sure;
I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am,
I won't be reconstructed

'Twas in the days of seventy-six
When freemen young and old
All fought for Independence then
Each hero brave and bold!
'Twas then the noble Stars and Stripes
In triumph did appear
And defended by brave patriots
The Yankee Volunteers
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer!
Now, there's our City Regiments
Just see what they have done:
The first to offer to the State
To go to Washington
To protect the Federal Capital
And the flag they love so dear!
And they've done their duty nobly,
Like New York Volunteers!
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer!
The Rebels out in Maryland
They madly raved and swore,
They'd let none of our Union troops
Pass through Baltimore
But the Massachusetts Regiment
No traitors did they fear
But fought their way to Washington
Like Yankee Volunteers!
'Tis my delight to march and fight

The despot's heel is on thy shore,
Maryland! My Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's chain,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland! My Maryland!
She meets her sisters on the plain-
"Sic semper!" 'tis the proud refrain
That baffles minions back amain,
Maryland! My Maryland!
I hear the distant thunder-hum,
Maryland! My Maryland!
The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum,
Maryland! My Maryland!
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb-
Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum!
She breathes! she burns! she'll come! she'll come!

Long ago we were boys in the ranks, comrades,
Our hearts lying happy as the day.
Cheeks were ruddy, eyes were bright, locks were dark,
comrades,
As we marched from our homes far away.
Chorus:
But now we are aged and gray, comrades,
Trials of life are nearly done.
But to us life's as dear as it was, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Long ago we were marching away, comrades,
Our flags to the breeze gaily flung.
Our bosoms were bare to the full, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Chorus:
But now we are aged and gray, comrades,
Trials of life are nearly done.
But to us life's as dear as it was, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Long ago we were camping in storms, comrades,
Our courage and muscles tightly strung.
But no army could drive us away, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Chorus:
But now we are aged and gray, comrades,
Trials of life are nearly done.
But to us life's as dear as it was, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Long ago we were falling fast, comrades,
Our ranks daily much thinner grew.
Our courage the cause could not win, comrades,
When the men in the ranks were so few.
Chorus:
But now we are aged and gray, comrades,
Trials of life are nearly done.
But to us life's as dear as it was, comrades,
When you and I were young.
Staggering and bleeding alone, comrades,
Outnumbered three to one everywhere.
The world coldly watching our fates, comrades,
With not even a sigh or a tear.
Chorus:
But now we are aged and gray, comrades,
Trials of life are nearly done.
But to us life's as dear as it was, comrades,
When you and I were young.
As fall heroes struggling for their homes, comrades,
So fell the soldiers in gray.
Their honor yet unsullied, comrades,
For that which ennobles brave men.
Though now we are aged and gray, comrades,
And trials of life are nearly done.
To us life's as dear as it was, comrades,

EVERYBODY'S DIXIE (GENERAL PIKE VERSION)
(To the tune of "Dixie")
Original words and music by Dan Decatur Emmett in 1859
(G) Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
(C)Old times there are not forgotten
(G)Look away; look away; look a(D)way; Dixie(G) Land.
(G)In Dixie land where I was born in,
(C)Early on one frosty morning,
(G)Look away; look away; look a(D)way; Dixie(G) Land
(G)And I wish I was in (C)Dixie; A(D)way - Away
(G)For in Dixie Land I'll (C)take my stand
(G)To live and die for (D)Dixie
(G)Away; (D)away; (G)away down south in (D)Dix (G)ie
Southrons hear your country call you
Rise lest worst than death befall you
To Arms!! To Arms!! To Arms in Dixie!
Lo, the beacon fires are lighted
Let all hearts be now united
To Arms!! To Arms!! To Arms in Dixie!
And advance the flag of Dixie; Hooray!! Hooray!!
For in Dixie Land we'll take our stand
To live and die for Dixie
To Arms!! To Arms!! And conquer peace for Dixie!
Shoulder pressing close to shoulder
Let the odds make each heart bolder
To Arms!! To Arms!! To Arms in Dixie!
Shun no danger, fear no labor
Lift up rifle, pike and saber
To Arms!! To Arms!! To Arms in Dixie!
And advance the flag of Dixie; Hooray!! Hooray!!
For in Dixie Land we'll take our stand
To live and die for Dixie

I wish I was in the land of cotton
old times there are not forgotton
look away - look away
look away - dixie land
In dixie land where I was born
early on one frosty morning
look away - look away
look away - dixie land
Then I wish I was in dixie - away - away
in dixie land I take my stand
I live and die in dixie

Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS:
Our Dixie forever!
She's never at a loss!
Down with the eagle
And up with the cross!
We'll rally 'round the bonny flag,
We'll rally once again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our gallant boys have marched
To the rolling of the drums,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
And the leaders in charge cry out,
"Come, boys, come!"
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS
They have laid down their lives
On the bloody battle field,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Their motto is resistance
"To tyrants we'll not yield!"
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS
While our boys have responded
And to the fields have gone,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our noble women also
Have aided them at home,