Civil War Music and Lyrics

Southern Soldier 



Lyrics:

I'll place my knapsack on my back,
My rifle on my shoulder,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier.

I'll bid farewell to my wife and child
Farewell to my aged mother,
And go and join in the bloody strife,
Till this cruel war is over,
Till this cruel war is over,
I'll go and join in the bloody strife,
Till this cruel war is over.

If I am shot on the battlefield,
And I should not recover,
Oh, who will protect my wife and child,
And care for my aged mother?
And care for my aged mother,
Oh, who will protect my wife and child,
And care for my aged mother?

And if our Southern cause is lost,
And Southern rights denied us,
We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel,
For our demands of justice,
For our demands of justice,
We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel,
For our demands of justice.

Before the South shall bow her head,
Before the tyrants harm us,
I'll give my all to the Southern cause,
And die in the Southern army,
And die in the Southern army,
I'll give my all to the Southern cause,
And die in the Southern army.

If I must die for my home and land,
My spirit will not falter,
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand,
Upon my country's altar,
Upon my country's altar,
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand, Upon my country's altar.

Then Heaven be with us in the strife,
Be with the Southern soldier,
We'll drive the mercenary horde,
Beyond our Southern border,
Beyond our Southern border,
We'll drive the mercenary horde,
Beyond our Southern border.

I'll place my knapsack on my back,
My rifle on my shoulder,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier!!!

When Johnny come Marching Home



Lyrics:

When Johnny comes marching home again, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Oh, the men will cheer the boys will shout 
The ladies they will all turn out, 
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home. 
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home. 

Get ready for the Jubilee, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give the hero three times three, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Well, the laurel wreath is ready now 
To place upon his loyal brow, 
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home. 
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home. 

In eighteen hundred and sixty-one 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
That was when the war begun, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two, 
Both sides were falling to, 
And we'll all drink stone wine, 
When Johnny comes marching home. 
And we'll all drink stone wine, 
When Johnny comes marching home. 

In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Old Abe, he ended slavery
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three 
Old Abe, he ended slavery
And we'll all drink stone wine, 
When Johnny comes marching home. 
And we'll all drink stone wine, 
When Johnny comes marching home. 

In eighteen hundred and sixty-four, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Abe called for five hundred thousand more, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five, 
They talked rebellion--strife; 
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home. 
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home.