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The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing '61 to '65

Oldroyd Osbourne H.

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This is approximatly the first 1,000 words of The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing '61 to '65











The Good Old Songs

We Used to Sing--'61 to '65


PRICE, TEN CENTS


[Illustration: GENERAL ULYSSES S. GRANT

PHOTO FROM LIFE, 1864]

O.H. OLDROYD
Washington, D.C.
Nineteen Hundred and Two

[Illustration]




[Illustration]

The Good Old

SONGS

WE USED TO SING

'61 to '65.


DEDICATED TO THE VETERANS OF THE WAR OF THE REBELLION.

FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1882.


TEN CENTS.


SENT POSTPAID UPON RECEIPT OF PRICE.

[Illustration: THE UNION FOREVER]

COPYRIGHTED BY
O.H. OLDROYD, PUBLISHER
WASHINGTON, D.C.
1902.




SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA.

(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons, owners of the copyright.)


[Illustration: MAJ. GEN'L W.T. SHERMAN.]

Our camp fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
While we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe,
When a rider came out from the darkness
That hung over mountains and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready,
For Sherman will march to the sea."

When cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugle re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men,
For we knew that the stars on our banner
More bright in their splendor would be,
And that blessings from Northland would greet us
As Sherman marched down to the sea.

Then forward, boys, forward, to battle,
We marched on our wearysome way,
And we strewed the wild hills of Resaca--
God bless those who fell on that day.
Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free;
But the East and the West bore our standard
As Sherman marched down to the sea.

Still onward we pressed till our banner
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls,
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where traitor's flag falls.

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