PATRIOTIC SONGS AND HYMNS.
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Onward, Zouaves, till the traitors are punished ;
Onward, Zouaves, till the treason hath vanished;
Onward, Zouaves, till once more in communion,
O'er the North and the South floats the flag of
our Union.
Onward, etc.
SKEDADDLE.
BY T. B. ALDRICH.
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through a Southern village passed,
A chap who bore, not over-nice,
A banner with the odd device,
Skedaddle !
His hair was red ; his toes beneath
Peeped, like an acorn from its sheath,
While with a frightened voice he sung
A burden strange to Yankee tongue
Skedaddle !
He saw no household fire, where he
Might warm his tod or hominy :
Beyond the Cordilleras shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Skedaddle I
" Oh! stay," a cullured pusson said,
" An' on dis bosom res' your hed !"
The Octoroon she winked her eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
Skedaddle !
" Beware McClellan, Buell, and Banks,
Beware of Halleck's deadly ranks !"
This Was the planter's last good-night;
The chap replied, far out of eight,
Skedaddle !
At break of day, as several boys,
From Maine, New-York, and Illinois,
Were moving southward, in the air
They heard these accents of despair,
Skedaddle !
A chap was found, and at his side
A bottle, showing how he died,
Still grasping in his hand of ice,
That banner with the odd device,
Skedaddle 1
There in the twilight, thick and gray,
Considerably played out he lay ;
And through the vapor, gray and thick,
A voice fell, like a rocket-stick,
Skedaddle !
UP AND AT THEM.
BY ALFRED B. STREET.
Up and at them
Once again!
Freemen, up ! the way is plain,
At the traitors once again !
Let not brief reverses daunt us ;
Let no craven fears assail;
Treason's banner now may taunt us
In the fierce but fleeting gale;
But the time again will come,
When again that flag shall cower
And the boasting voice be dumb,
Shouting now its little hour 1
Up and at them.
Freemen, then, the way is plain!
At the traitors once again !
Up and at them
Once again!
Madmen ! fiercely though ye drain
War's red chalice, it is vain !
Never shall ye rend asunder
Freedom's flag of stripes and stars;
Freedom guards it with her thunder;
Down will smite your thing of bars;
Down your wretched counterfeit;
In her roused and sacred rage,
She will tear and trample it!
Holy is the war ye wage !
Up and at them!
Freemen, then, the way is plain;
At the traitors once again !
Up and at them
Once again !
Though we bleed in every vein,
At the traitors once again!
By the nation's ancient story,
By the deeds of other days,
By our hopes of future glory
By the deep disdain or praise,
That our action now awaits,
As we yield or dare the strife ;
Let us, through Ml adverse fates,
Swear to guard the nation's life!
Up and at them!
Freemen, then, the way is plain;
At the traitors once again !
THE UNION!
A NATIONAL SONG.
BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER.
" Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and insep»'
able!" Wedstbs.
The Union ! The Union ! The hope of the
free !
Howsoe'er we may differ, in this we agree:
Our glorious banner no traitor shall mar,
By effacing a stripe, or destroying a star!
Division ! No, never ! The Union forever!
And cursed be the hand that our country would
sever !
n.
The Union! The Union! 'Twas purchase'
with blood ! r
Side by*ide, to secure it, our forefathers stood:
From the North to the South through &
length of the land,
Ran the war-cry which summoned that patriot
band! r
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