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                                            The 4th Texas Songbook

This page contains the songs in John Kirkpatrick's songbook that we all sing at night in camp.  They were submitted for our website by John Kirkpatrick.

                                                   Atlanta Is Burning

Two years we've been fighting though it seems like a hundred
Away to the south there's a home I once knew
Where my loved ones are waiting for a word from the Captain
That the battle has ended for the gray and the blue

I left dear old Georgia on the first day of April
The grass in the valley was just turning green
I married my Sally just a week before leaving
We now have a baby that I've never seen

She wrote me a letter that told of our baby
He's just like his daddy is the words that it said
But thats been so long now that it seems like forever
And Lord I'm so homesick I wish I were dead

Atlanta is burning the horizon is flaming
The thunder of cannons in the distance I hear
I think of my Sally and the son that she gave me
If I could just see her and the baby so dear

A bullet has found me and the darkness is falling
The pain is unreal and my body so weak
The Captain is calling is but I cannot answer
My thoughts wonder soughts wonder southland as go to sleep

                                               Battle Of New Orleans

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the Bloody British near the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to running

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We look down the river and we saw the British come
And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drums
They stopped so high and they made the bugler ring
While we stood besides the cotton bales and we didn't say a thing
They ran to the briars and they ran to the brambles
And they ran to the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch them
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said: We can take them by surprise
If we didn't fire out muskets till we look them in the eyes
We held our fire till we saw the faces well
Then we opened up squirrell guns and really gave them hell

We fired our cannon till the barrell melted down
So we grabbed an aligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind

 

                                                    Blu Tail Fliy-1846

When I was young A us'd to wait
On Massa and hand him de plate;
Pass down the bottle when he git dry,
And bresh away de blue tail fly.

refrain (repeated each verse):
Jim crack corn — I don't care,
Jim crack corn — I don't care,
Jim crack corn — I don't care,
Old Massa gone away.

An' when he ride in de arternoon,
I foiler wid a hickory broom;
De poney being berry shy,
When bitten by de blue tail fly.
One day he rode aroun' de farm,
De flies so numerous dey did swarm;
One chance to bite 'im on the thigh,
De debble take dat blu tail fly.

De poney run, he jump an' pitch,
An' tumble massa in de ditch;
He died, an' de jury wonder'd why
De verdic was de blue tail fly.

                                                         Dixie

I wish I was in the land of cotton old times there were not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land.
In Dixie land where I was born early on one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land.


Chorus
Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray
In Dixie land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

There’s buckwheat cakes and injun batter makes you fat or a little fatter
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land.
Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel to Dixie land I’m bound to travel
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land.


Chorus
Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray
In Dixie land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

                                 Hard Times Come Again No More

Let us pause in life’ pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor,
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

Chorus: 

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days have you lingered around my cabin door,
Oh, hard times come again no more

While we seek might and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door,
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will stay,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

Chorus

There’s a pale drooping maiden who tolls her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er,
Though her voice would be merry, ‘tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

Chorus

‘Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
‘Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
‘Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

 

                                     Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier

She’ll trace these gardens o’er and o’er
And meditate on each sweet flower
Thinking of each happy hour
Her Johnny has gone for a soldier

Chorus
Shure-ah, shure-ah, shure-ah low,
only time can cure her woe
Since the lad of her heart away did go
Her Johnny has gone for a soldier

She will go to buttermilk hill, there she’d sit and cry her fill
And every tear would turn a mill,
Her Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus

She’ll sell her flax, she’ll sell her wheel, she’ll buy her love a sword of steel
So it in battle he may wield,
Her Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus

She’ll dye her dress all over red, and o’er the world she’ll beg her bread
That all her friends may think her dead
Her Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Chorus
 

                                             Battle Cry Of Freedom

Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the batle 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 boy’s 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!

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!

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,
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!

                                                  Bonnie Blue Flag

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 threatened, the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah for the bonnie blue flag that bears the single star!

Chorus
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 brethren were we and just
But now when northern treachery attempts our rights to mar
We hoist on high the bonnie flag that bears a single star!
Chorus

First gallant South Carolina nobly made a stand
Then came Alabama and took her by the hand
Next quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida,
All raised on high the bonnie flag that bears a single star!
Chorus

Ye men of valor gather round the banner of the right
Texas and fair Louisiana join us for the fight
Davis our loved President and Stephens statesmen are
Now rally round the bonnie blue flag that bears a single star!
Chorus

And here’s to brave Virginia the old Dominion state
With the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate
Impelled by her example now other states prepare
To hoist on high the bonnie flag that bears a single star!

                                                   Rebel Soldier

Oh, Polly , oh Polly, it’s for your sake alone,
I’ve left my old father, my country and my home.
I’ve left my old mother to weep and to moan,
I am a Rebel soldier, and far from my home.

Its grapeshot and musket, and the cannons lumber loud,
There’s many a mangled body, the blanket for their shroud, there’s many a mangled body, left on the fields alone,
I am a Rebel soldier, and far from my home.

I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
If the Yanks don’t kill me, I’ll live until I die,
If the Yanks don’t kill me, and cause me to mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier, and far from my home.

Here’s a good old cup of brandy, and a nice glass of wine,
You can drink to your true love, and I will drink to mine,
You can drink to your true love, and I’ll lament and mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier, and far from my home.

I’ll build a castle on the mountain, on some green mountain high,
Where I can see my Polly when she is passing by,
Where I can see my Polly, and help her to mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier, and far from my home.

                      Way Down Upon De Swanee Ribber (Old Folks At Home)

Way down upon de Swanee ribber, far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation,sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation, and for de old folks at home.

Chorus
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All round de little farm I wandered, when I was young,
Den many happy days I squandered, many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder, happy was I
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, dere let me live and die.

Chorus

One little hut amond de bushes, one dat I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove
When will I see de bees a humming, all round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in my good old home?

Chorus

                                         Yellow Rose Of Texas

There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see
No other soldier knows her
No soldier, 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.
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
Beats the belles of Tennessee.
Oh, my heart is feeling weary
And my head is hanging low
I'm goin' back to Georgy
To find my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard
And sing of Bobby Lee
But the Gallant Hood of Texas
He raised Hell in Tennessee.