Civil-War - Traditionelle Musik

 


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Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia War Howe (Hören: HIER )

Dixie's Land by Daniel Emmett (Hören: HIER )

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on. (Chorus)

I have read a fiery gospel write in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on." (Chorus)

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat;
Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on. (Chorus)

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on. (Chorus)

 

 

 

 

I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten;
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
In Dixie's Land where I was born in,
Early on one frosty morning,
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!

(Chorus)
Then I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie's Land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie!
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie!
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie!

Old Missus married "Will the Weaver";
William was a gay deceiver!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
But when he put his arm around her,
Smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!

(Chorus)
His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver;
But that did not seem to grieve her!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
Old Missus acted the foolish part
And died for a man that broke her heart!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
(Chorus)

Now here's a health to the next old missus
And all the gals that want to kiss us!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
But if you want to drive away sorrow,
Come and hear this song tomorrow!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
(Chorus)
There's buckwheat cakes and Injin batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel!
    Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land!
(Chorus)


The Battle Cry of Freedom by George F. Root (Hören: HIER )

When Johnny Comes Marching Home by Patrick S. Gilmore (Hören: HIER)

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

(Chorus)
The Union forever,
Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors,
Up with the stars,
While we rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
And we'll fill our vacant ranks with a million freemen more,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
(Chorus)

We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
And although they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
(Chorus)

So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
And we'll hurl the Rebel crew from the land that we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
(Chorus)

When Johnny comes marching home again,
    Hurrah, hurrah,
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
    Hurrah, hurrah!
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.

The old church bell will peal with joy,
    Hurrah, hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
    Hurrah, hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say,
With roses they will strew the way,
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!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny come marching home.

Let love and friendship on that day,
    Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display,
    Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.


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