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Cole Younger Song This song is obviously not Cole's composition (although he was a model prisoner), and was probably a poem written for a northern newspaper before 1882, as it says Jesse was still alive. John Lomax collected a version for his 1910 Cowboy Songs. This somewhat different rendition was recorded by Texas cowboy singer Edward L. Crain in 1931, and re-released on the Folkways Anthology of American Folk Music. Dock Boggs recorded a fragmentary version using the Roving Gambler tune (Dock Boggs, The Folkways Years; Smithsonian-Folkways SFW40108), so when in1965 he performed at St. Olaf College in Northfield, he was visibly excited when he learned you could still see the bullet holes in the wall of the old bank building. We went there after the concert and took a picture of him in front of it as a tribute to tradition and those interested enough to keep it alive. Complete Lyrics: Robbing of the Northfield bank is a thing I'll never deny, We started for old Texas, that grand old Lone Star State; With knives, gun, and revolvers, we all sit down to play Across Nebraska prairies a Denver train we spy. We saddled up our horses, northwestward we did go I had my eye on the Northfield bank when brother Bob did say, We stationed out our pickets, up to the bank did go, Saying, "Hand us out your money, sir, and make no long delay. The cashier, being as true as steel, refused our noted band. We run for life, for death was near, four hundred on our trail. 'Twas there in the Stillwater jail we lay, a-wearing our lives away. "(Doc) Jennison has laid waste our homes, and your 'red' legs have perpetrated un-heard of crimes. I am here for revenge--and I have got it."
"Bloody Bill" Anderson
at the Bullene residence
during the raid on Lawrence. Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him--- better take a closer look at the American Indian." Henry Ford THE CONFEDERATE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE: "I am a Loyal Confederate Southern in the service of the just and honorable cause of the South, in behalf of the Citizens of the Confederate States of America. It is my purpose and mission to reclaim the honor of our forefathers who fought, suffered, bled and died in agony in our nation's defense. Unfurl and raise our Confederate States National Flag to its rightful place and glory. Duty, responsibility and my own personal honor require of me to do whatever is lawful, peaceful and honorable, in order to restore the Confederate States Constitution to power, re-seat the Confederate State Government, and reinstate the Confederate States of America to its rightful independence. With these words I swear my pledge of loyalty forever! Deo Vindice! "I am not now nor have ever been in favor of bringing about in any way the social or the political equality of a White and Black races. I am not now, nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of Negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor of intermarriages with white people. There is a physical difference between the white and black races, which will forever forbid the two races from living together on social or political equality. There must be a position of superior and inferior and I am in favor of assigning the superior position to the white man." Abraham Lincoln "GOD SAVE THE SOUTH" by George Henry Miles I. God save the South, God save the South, Her altars and firesides, God save the South! Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die, Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!" Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!" II. God be our shield, at home or afield, Stretch Thine arm over us, strengthen and save. What tho' they're three to one, forward each sire and son, Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave! Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave! III. God made the right stronger than might, Millions would trample us down in their pride. Lay Thou their legions low, roll back the ruthless foe, Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side. Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side. IV. Hark honor's call, summoning all. Summoning all of us unto the strife. Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break, Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life! Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life! V. Rebels before, our fathers of yore. Rebel's the righteous name Washington bore. Why, then, be ours the same, the name that he snatched from shame, Making it first in fame, foremost in war. Making it first in fame, foremost in war. VI. War to the hilt, theirs be the guilt, Who fetter the free man to ransom the slave. Up then, and undismay'd, sheathe not the battle blade, Till the last foe is laid low in the grave! Till the last foe is laid low in the grave! VII. God save the South, God save the South, Dry the dim eyes that now follow our path. Still let the light feet rove safe through the orange grove, Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath. Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath. VIII. God save the South, God save the South, Her altars and firesides, God save the South! For the great war is nigh, and we will win or die, Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!" Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!" The following songs are TRADITIONAL and author(s) unknown. If author is known, I will, of course, specify it. Thanks. THE QUANTRILL SIDE Oh, I seen Big Joe as he got his horse and set himself for a ride. He wore a coat of blackest black, And his gun strapped by his side, And his gun strapped by his side. And I says, Big Joe, where do you go? Do you go to the Quantrill side? For the night is black and your coat is black, And your gun strapped by your side, And your gun strapped by your side. And I says, Big Joe, Oh yes I know they stole your fair young bride, But you lost your wife and you'll lose your life, If you go to the Quantrill side. If you go to the Quantrill side. But not a word did he say to me, and he passed me by with a stride. And I says, Big Joe, Oh don't you go. Don't you go to the Quantrill side. Don't you go to the Quantrill side. Bitter Creek was bare, and they caught him there, and that was the place where he died. They killed him in his black, black coat. And his gun strapped by his side. And his gun strapped by his side SHELBY'S MULE The Union folks away up north were one time much afraid, 'Bout something coming from the South, they said it was a raid. Now I will tell you what it was, if you will just keep cool It had long ears, and a long slick tail, and called Jo Shelby's Mule. CHORUS Shout Boys, make a noise, the Yankees are afraid That something's up and hell's to pay when Shelby's on a raid. Once this mule went on a spree, up close to Lexington, And every time he gave a snort he made the Blue Coats run. Coming back through Old Saline he got into a trap, He seared Old Brown, kicked up his heels, and came back safe to Pap. Once I went to see Old Abe and found him in a rage, Because this mule had started north, and just then crossed sage. Indeed, his anger knew no bounds, says I, Sir, pray keep cool. I can't, said he, I've lost so much by Shelby's long tailed Mule. Old Rosy got a long dispatch, which came from way down East. Saying, Take some thirty thousand men and try to catch that beast. To obey orders he was bound, but said Abe was a fool, And hadn't halter strong enough to hold Jo Shelby's Mule. Some say our State did not secede, but let me tell you now That if she did or if she didn't we'll have her anyhow. Let us alone, we'll do the same, that is the Southern rule; If that won't do we'll pack the State down South on Shelby's Mule. MISSOURI BRIGHT LAND OF THE WEST! Missouri! Missouri! bright land of the west! Where the way worn emigrant always found rest, Who gave to the farmer reward for his toil, Expended in turning and breaking the soil. Awake to the notes of the bugle and drum, Awake from your slumber the tyrant hath come! And swear by your honor your chains shall be riven, And add your bright star to our flag of eleven. They forced you to join in their unholy fight, With fire and with sword, with power and with might. Gainst father and brother, and loved ones so near, Gainst women, and children, and all you hold dear; They've over run your soil, insulted your press, Theyve murdered your citizens shown no redress So swear by your honor your chains shall be riven, And add your bright star to our flag of eleven. Missouri! Missouri! oh, where thy proud fame! Free land of the west, thy once cherished name, Now trod in the dust by a despot's command, Proclaiming his own tyrant law o'er the land; Brave men of Missouri, strike without fear, McCulloch, and Jackson, and Price are all near. Then swear by your honor your chains shall be riven, And add your bright star to our flag of eleven. CALL OF QUANTRILL Up! comrades, up! The moon's in the west, and the hounds of old Pennock will find out our nest. We must be gone ere the dawning of day; the Quantrill they seek shall be far, far away. Their toils after us shall ever be vain. Let them scout through the brush and scour the plain; We'llpass through their midst in the dead of the night. We are lions in combat and eagles in flight. Chorus: Rouse, my brave boys, up, up and away; press hard on the foe ere the dawning of day; Look well to your steeds so gallant in chase. May they never give o'er till they win in the race. When old Pennock is weary and the chase given o'er, we'll pass through their midst and bathe in their gore. We'll come as a thunderbolt comes from the cloud; we'll smite the oppressor and humble the proud. Few shall escape us and few shall be spared, for keen is our saber, in vengeance tis bared; For none are so strong, so mighty in fight, as the the warrior who battles for our Southern right. Though the bush is our home, the green sod our bed, our drink from the river, and roots for our bread, We pine not for more; we bow not the head, for freedom is ever within the green wood. Tyrants shan'tconquer and fetters shan't bind, for true are our rifles; our steeds like the wind. We'll sheathe not the sword; we'll draw not the rein, till Pennock is banished from valley and plain. QUANTRILL SONG Come all you bold robbers and open your ears, Of Quantrill the lion-heart you quickly shall hear; With his band of bold robbers in double quick time, They came to burn Lawrence just over the line. Chorus All routing and shouting and giving the yell, Like so many demons just raised up from hell, The boys they were drunken on powder and wine, They came to burn Lawrence just over the line. They came to burn Lawrence, they came not to stay, They rode in one morning at the break of the day, Their arms were a-waving, their horses a-foam, Quantrill was riding his famous grey roan. They came to burn Lawrence, they came not to stay, Jim Lane he was up at the break of the day; He saw them a-coming, and got in a fright, He crawled in a out-house to get out of sight. Oh, Quantrill's a fighter, a bold heart-ed boy, A brave man or woman he'd never annoy; He'd take from the wealthy and give to the poor, For brave men there's never a bolt on his door. GUERRILLA MAN As I roved out one morning To see what I could see, I fell in love with a pretty little girl And her in love with me. And her in love with me I fell in love with a pretty little girl And her in love with me. She took me to her parlor She cooled me with her fan, She whispered low in her mother's ear I love the guerrilla man... Oh, daughter, oh dear daughter How can you treat me so, To leave your dear old mother And with the guerrilla go?... Mother, Oh dear mother, You know I love you well. But the love I have for the guerrilla man No human tongue can tell... KELLY'S IRISH BRIGADE Come all you that hold true communion with southern Confederates bold, I will tell you of some men who for the Union in the northern ranks were enrolled; Who came to Missouri in their glory, and thought by their power we'd be dismayed; But we soon made them tell a different story when they met with Kelly's Irish Brigade. Chorus: Three cheers for the Irish Brigade Three cheers for the Irish Brigade. And all true-hearted Hibernians In the ranks of Kelly's Irish Brigade! You call us rebels and traitors, but yourselves have thrown off that name of late. You were called it by the English invaders at home in seventeen and ninety-eight. The name to us is not a new one, though 'tis one that never will degrade Any true-hearted Hibernian in the ranks of Kelly's Irish Brigade Chorus You dare not call us invaders, 'tis but state rights and liberties we ask; And Missouri, we ever will defend her, no matter how hard be the task. Then let true Irishmen assemble; let the voice of Missouri be obeyed; And northern fanatics may tremble when they meet with Kelly's Irish Brigade Chorus FAVORITE QUANTRILL AND OTHER CONFEDERATE QUOTATIONS No one is left to tell us what it was like to fight for and lose the Cause. However, we have some excellent poetry, songs, and quotes from which we can seek understanding. In this section, I will begin with just a few examples. I hope that others will send me their favorites and I will add them. A partial quote from a letter written by Julia Hughes Spurr, Sponsor, Ky Division UCV, 1896, Pine Grove, Ky. ... Our poet priest of the South thus speaks to us in the conquered banner -"Touch it not - unfold it never - Let it drop - there unfurled forever - for its people's hopes are dead." We of the dear Southland would never say unfurl those banners - not in war but in peace. Carry them on high - show the world they are dear to us yet - build a memorial faster - more magnificent than any on our Globe. Say to our people although all was once dark & dear - bright and joyous days have come - & we love "their curse" with a better love, & a fonder devoltion than ever... "It is well that war is so terrible, else men would learn to love it to much." Robert E. Lee, CSA "If we are to die, let us die like men." Major General Patrick Cleburne "[If the South loses] it means that the history of this heroic struggle will be written by the enemy. That our youth will be trained by Northern school teachers, will learn from Northern school books their version of the war, will be impressed by all of the influences of History and Education to regard our gallant dead as traitors and our maimed veterans as fit subjects for derision. Major General Patrick Cleburne As most of you know many verses of Southern songs and many stanzas of Southern poems were deleted because they did not pass PC muster, deleted because they did not fit the victor's ideas, or simply "lost" through the ages. When I first put on the first verse of the"Conquered Banner" by Rev. J. A Ryan, I thought that was the entire song! I recently found the entire six verse song in the book, Southern War Songs collected by W. L. Fagan in 1890. Here is the entire song: Furl that banner, for tis weary, Round its staff tis drooping dreary, Furl it, fold it, it is best, For there's not a man to wave it, And there's not a sword to save it, And there's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it; And its foes now scorn and brave it, --Furl it, hide it, let it rest. Take that banner down tis tattered, Broken is its staff and shattered, And the valiant hosts are scattered Over whom it floated high. Oh ! tis hard for us to fold it, Hard to think there's none to hold it, Hard that those who once unrolled it Now must furl it with a sigh. Furl that banner, furl it sadly --- Once ten thousands hailed it gladly, And ten thousands wildly, madly, Swore it should forever wave, Swore that foeman's sword could never Hearts like their's entwined dissever, Till that flag would float forever er their freedom or their grave. Furl it ! for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low; And the banner, it is trailing While around it sounds the wailing Of the people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, |
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