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Dzielny Narodzie Skonfederowanych Stanów Południa!!!I Ty, ludu pracujący stolicy, znaczy się północnych miast i wsi!!!  Proponuję nasze zmagania przenieść też na płaszczyznę.... "muzyczną"!!!Założyłem więc ten wątek i zapraszam wszystkich do boju na Wasze ulubione pieśni!!!
Na początek przedstawię więc Południową i Nieporównanie PIĘKNIEJSZĄ wersję pieśni, która na wrażej północy krąży pod nazwą "Battle Cry of Freedom" a.k.a. "The Union Forever" 
"Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle 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 boys 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!--
Chorus
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!--
Chorus
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 "
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To i ja ze swej strony dorzucę "Starego dobrego rebelianta"
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel soldier,
now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom"
I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it,
I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon
for anything I done.
I hates the Constitution,
this "Great Republic," too!
I hates the Freedman's Bureau
and uniforms of blue!
I hates the nasty eagle
with all its brags and fuss,
And the lying, thieving Yankees,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss!
I hates the Yankee nation
and everything they do,
I hates the Declaration
of Independence, too!
I hates the "Glorious Union" -
'tis dripping with our blood,
And I hates their striped banner,
and I fit it all I could.
I followed old Marse Robert
for four years, near about,
Got wounded in three places,
and starved at Point Lookout.
I cotched the "roomatism"
a'campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o' Yankees,
and I'd like to kill some mo'!
Three hundred thousand Yankees
is stiff in Southern dust!
We got three hundred thousand
before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
and Southern steel and shot,
But I wish we'd got three million
instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
and fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't a'gonna love 'em,
now that's for sartain sure!
I do not want no pardon
for what I was and am,
And I won't be reconstructed,
and I do not care a damn!
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No to walczymy dalej! 
Flight of Doodles
I come from Mannassas with a pocket full of fun,
I killed forty Yankees with a single-barreled gun.
It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I
Big Yankee, Little Yankee, all run or die.
I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run
They fought like the devil when the battle first begun.
But it don't make a niff-a-stiffrence to neither you nor I,
They took to their heels, boys, and you ought to see 'em fly
I saw old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott, twenty miles away,
His horses stuck up their ears, and you ought to hear 'em neigh
But it don't make a niff-a-stiffrence to neither you nor I,
Old Scott fled like the devil, boys, root, hog, or die.
I then saw a "Tiger, " from the old Crescent City,
He cut down the Yankees without any pity;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
We whipped the Yankee boys and made the boobies cry.
I saw South Carolina, the first in the cause,
Shake the dirty Yankees till she broke all their jaws;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
South Carolina give 'em Hell, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw old Virginia, standing firm and true,
She fought mighty hard to whip the dirty crew;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw old Georgia, the next in the van,
She cut down the Yankees almost to a man;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Georgia's some in a fight, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw Alabama in the midst of the storm,
She stood like a giant in the contest so warm;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Alabama fought the Yankees, boys, till the last one did fly.
I saw Texas go in with a smile,
But I tell you what it is, she made the Yankees bile,
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Texas is the devil, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw North Carolina in the deepest of the battle,
She knocked down the Yankees and made their bones rattle
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
North Carolina's got the grit, boys, root, hog, or die.
Old Florida came in with a terrible shout,
She frightened all the Yankees till their eyes stuck out;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Florida's death on Yankees, boys, root, hog, or die.
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RICHMOND IS A HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL
Would you like to hear my song? I'm afraid it's rather long,
Of the famous "On to Richmond" double trouble;
Of the half a dozen trips and half a dozen slips
And the very latest bursting of the bubble.
'Tis pretty hard to sing and, like a round, round ring,
'Tis a dreadful knotty puzzle to unravel;
Though all the papers swore, when we touched Virginia's shore,
That Richmond was a hard road to travel.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel.
Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.
First McDowell, bold and gay, set forth the shortest way
By Manassas in the pleasant summer weather
But unfortunately ran on a Stonewall (foolish man!)
And had a rocky journey altogether.
And he found it rather hard to ride over Beauregard
And Johnston proved a deuce of a bother.
'Twas clear beyond a doubt that he didn't like the route
And a second time would have to try another.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For Manassas is a hard road to travel.
Manassas gave us fits, and Bull Run made us grieve,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Next came the Wooly Horse with an overwhelming force
To march down to Richmond by the Valley,
But he couldn't find the road, and his onward movement showed
His campaigning was a mere shilly-shally.
Then Commissary Banks, with his motley foreign ranks
Kicking up a great noise, fuss, and flurry,
Lost the whole of his supplies and with tears in his eyes
From the Stonewall ran away in a hurry.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For the Valley is a hard road to travel.
The Valley wouldn't do, and we all had to leave,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Then the great Galena came, with her portholes all aflame,
And the Monitor, that famous naval wonder,
But the guns at Drury's Bluff gave them speedily enough
The loudest sort of reg'lar Rebel thunder.
The Galena was astonished and the Monitor admonished,
Our patent shot and shell were mocked at,
While the dreadful Naugatuck, by the hardest kind of luck,
Was knocked into an ugly cocked hat.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For James River is a hard road to travel.
The gunboats gave up in terror and despair,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I declare.
Then McClellan followed soon, both with spade and balloon,
To try the Peninsular approaches,
But one and all agreed that his best rate of speed
Was no faster than the slowest of slow coaches.
Instead of easy ground, at Williamsburg he found
A Longstreet indeed and nothing shorter.
And it put him in the dumps that spades wasn't trumps
And the Hills he couldn't level "as he orter!"
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For Longstreet is a hard road to travel.
Lay down the shovel and throw away the spade,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I'm afraid.
Then said Lincoln unto Pope, "You can make the trip, I hope."
"I will save the universal Yankee nation!
"To make sure of no defeat, I'll leave no lines of retreat,
"And issue a famous proclamation!"
But that same dreaded Jackson, this fella laid his whacks on
And made him, by compulsion, a seceder.
Pope took rapid flight from Manassas' second fight,
'Twas his very last appearance as a leader.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
Stonewall is a hard road to travel.
Pope did his very best but was evidently sold,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I am told.
Last of all Burnside, with his pontoon bridges, tried
A road no one had thought of before him,
With two hundred thousand men for the Rebel slaughter pen
And the blessed Union flag waving o'er him.
He met a fire like hell of canister and shell
That mowed down his men with great slaughter.
'Twas a shocking sight to view, that second Waterloo,
And the river ran with more blood than water.
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
Rappahannock is a hard road to travel.
Burnside got in a trap, which caused for him to grieve,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.
We are very much perplexed to know who is the next
To command the new Richmond expedition,
For the capital must blaze, and that in ninety days,
And Jeff and his men be sent to perdition.
We'll take the cursed town, and then we'll burn it down
And plunder and hang each cursed Rebel.
Yet the contraband was right when he told us they would fight:
"Oh, yes, massa, dey will fight like the debil!"
CHORUS:Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeve,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel.
Then pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeves,
For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.
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Jak wybieram zmodyfikowaną wersję John Brown's body czyli BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC:
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ 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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
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 live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
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Dzięki ogromnemu potencjałowi gospodarczemu i technicznemu mogę udostępnić moim południowym przyjaciołom (trzeba przyznać, że nieco zacofanym technicznie  ) melodię do posłuchania:
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/h/bhymnotr.htm
Pieśń ta rozbrzmiewała po zapomnianych terenach Georgii i Karolin (nawet drzewa śpiewały) w trakcie epickich marszów generała Shermana.
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Mam kilka ulubionych piosenek... dziś przypomnę Wam "When Johnny comes marching home"
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 comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures 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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QUOTE Pieśń ta rozbrzmiewała po zapomnianych terenach Georgii i Karolin (nawet drzewa śpiewały) w trakcie epickich marszów generała Shermana.
Raczej rozbrzmiewała pieśń takowa:
"Miałem ja dworek, gdzie już od rana,
Pali,rabuje,banda Shermana" 
A teraz czapki z głów federalne zbiry!
"Stonewall Jackson's Way"
Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,
Stir up the camp-fire bright;
No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
We see him now, -- the old slouched hat
Cocked o'er his eye askew;
The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
The "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well;
Says he, "That's Banks, -- he's fond of shell;
Lord save his soul! we'll give him hell,
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
Old "Blue Light's" going to pray.
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!
Attention! it's his way.
Appealing from his native sod,
"Hear us, hear us Almighty God,
Lay bare Thine arm; stretch forth Thy rod!"
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
He's in the saddle now. Fall in!
Steady! the whole brigade!
Hill's at the ford cut off; we'll win
His way out, ball and blade!
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn?
"Quick-step! we're with him before morn!"
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
The sun's bright lances rout the mists
Of morning, and, by George!
Here's Longstreet struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
Pope and his Yankees, whipped before,
"Bayonets and grape!" hear Stonewall roar;
"Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score!"
In "Stonewall Jackson's way."
Ah! Maiden, wait and watch and yearn
For news of Stonewall's band!
Ah! Widow, read, with eyes that burn,
That ring upon thy hand.
Ah! Wife, sew on, pray on, hope on;
Thy life shall not be all forlorn;
The foe had better ne'er been born
That gets in "Stonewall's way."
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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 a single star
LUB
We are a band of brothers, natives of the soil,
Fighting for our property we gained by honest toil;
But when our rights were threatened the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star,
RESZTA JUŻ TAK SAMO
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, kind were we, and just
But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand
Then came Alabama and took her by the hand
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
Ye men of valor gather round the banner of the right
Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens statesmen are
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
Now here's to brave Virginia, the old Dominion State,
With the young Confederacy at last has sealed her fate,
And spurred by her example, now other states prepar'
To hoist high the bonny blue flag that bears a single star.
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears a single star!
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To jeszcze jedna pieśń ode mnie:
The Kentucky Battle Song
In the year of sixty one we left our native land
for we could not bend our spirits to a tyrants stern command
And we rallied to our Buckner while our hearts were sad and sore
To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers did before
Chorus:
And we'll march march march to the music of the drum
we were driven forth in exile from our old Kentucky home.
When first the Southern flag whirled its folds upon the air,
Its stars had hardly gathered till Kentucky's sons were there,
And they swore a solemn oath as they sternly gathered round
They would only live as freeman in the dark and bloody ground.
Chorus:
And we'll march march march to the music of the drum
we were driven forth in exile from our old Kentucky home.
With Buckner as our leader and Morgan in the Van,
We Will plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land
We will drive the tyrants minions to the Ohio's rolling flood,
And will dye her waves in crimson with coward Yankee blood.
Chorus:
And we'll march march march to the music of the drum
we were driven forth in exile from our old Kentucky home.
Then cheer ye Southern braves, ye soon shall see the day,
When Kentucky's fairest daughters will cheer you on your way,
And then her proud old mothers will welcome one and all
For "United we must stand, but divided we must fall".
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Jest taka fajna rebeliacka piosenkna - The Wearing of the Grey.
Słów nie mam, ale dam wam posłuchać melodii abyście sobie mogli potańcować
http://www.geocities.com/skunklover2/Historyofthe29th.html
Lubię także The Battle Cry of Freedom
Down with the traitors, up with the stars...
http://www.nps.gov/archive/gett/gettkidz/gkmusic/cwsong1.htm
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!
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 free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
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 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!
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!
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 we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
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!
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QUOTE Jest taka fajna rebeliacka piosenkna - The Wearing of the Grey.
Słów nie mam, ale dam wam posłuchać melodii abyście sobie mogli potańcować
Skoro tak ładnie prosisz do tańca, to ja mogę Ci zaśpiewać
The Wearing of the Grey
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Our cannon's mouths are dumb. No more
Our vollied muskets peal,
Nor gleams to mark where squadrons rush,
The light from flashing steel.
No more our crossed and starry flags
In gentle dalliance play
With battle breeze as when we fought,
A wearing of the Grey.
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Our cause is lost! No more we fight
'Gainst overwhelming power,
All wearied are our limbs, and drenched
With many a battle shower.
We fain would rest. For want of strength
We yield them up the day,
And lower the flag so proudly borne
While wearing of the Grey.
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Defeat is not dishonor. No!
Of honor not bereft,
We should thank God that in our breasts
This priceless boon is left.
And though we weep, 'tis for those braves
Who stood in proud array
Beneath our flag, and nobly died
While wearing of the Grey.
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When in the ranks of war we stood
And faced the deadly hail,
Our simple suits of grey composed
Our only coats of mail;
And of those awful hours that marked
The bloody battle-day
In memory we'll still be seen
A wearing of the Grey.
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Oh! should we reach that glorious place,
Where waits the sparkling crown
For every one who for the Right
His soldier-life lay down,
God grant to us the privilege
Upon that happy day,
Of clasping hands with those who fell
A wearing of the Grey.
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Flight Of Doodles
I come from old Manassas with a pocketful of fun,
I killed forty Yankees with a single barreled gun;
It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Big Yankee, little Yankee, all run or die!
I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run,
They fought like the devil when the battle first begun.
But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
They took to their heels, boys and you ought to see 'em fly!
I saw Old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott, twenty miles away,
His horses stuck up their ears and you oughta hear 'em neigh;
But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Old Scott fled like the devil, boys,root, hog, or die!
I then saw a "Tiger" from the Old Cresecent City,
He cut down the Yankees without any pity;
Oh! It don't make a diff-a-bitt'rence to neither you nor I,
We whipped the Yankee boys and made the boobies cry.
I saw South Carolina, the first in The Cause,
Shake the dirty Yankees till she broke all their jaws;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
South Carolina give 'em hell, boys, root, hog, or die!
I saw old Virginia, standing firm and true,
She fought mighty hard to whip the dirty crew;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys,root, hog, or die!
I saw old Georgia, the next in the van,
She cut down the Yankees almost to a man;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Georgia's some in a fight, boys, root, hog, or die!
I saw Alabama in the middle of the storm,
She stood like a giant in the contest so warm;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Alabama fought the Yankees, boys, till the last one did fly!
I saw Texas go in with a smile,
But I tell you what it is, she made the Yankees bile.
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Texas is the devil, boys, root, hog, or die!
I saw North Carolina in the deepest of the battle.
She knocked down the Yankees and made their bones rattle;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
North Carolina's got the grit, boys, root, hog, or die!
Old Florida came in with a terrible shout,
She frightened all the Yankees till their eyes stuck out;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Florida's death on Yankees, boys, root, hog, or die!
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No to jedziem dalej!
The Rebel Soldier (Southern Appalachian folk song)
by Anonymous
O Polly, O 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 mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.
It's grape shot 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 am dry,
If the Yankees don't kill me,
I'll live until I die;
If the Yankees 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 glass of nice wine,
You can drink to your true love,
And I will drink to mine;
And 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 me a castle on the mountain,
On some green mountain high,
Where I can see Polly
As she is passing by;
Where I can see Polly
And help her to mourn
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.
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A czemu nikt tu nie zamieścił Everybody's Dixie?
Muzyka znana i lubiana, każdy na pewno potrafiłby ją zanucić. Słowa do niej napisane przez Alberta Pike'a trochę trudniej zaśpiewać, ale... wiadomo o co chodzi
Southrons, hear your country call you,
Up, lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,--
Let all hearts be now united!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
CHORUS: Advance the flag of Dixie!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie’s land we take our stand,
And live or die for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
Oh, hear the Northern thunders mutter!
Northern flags in South winds flutter!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Send them back your fierce defiance!
Stamp upon the cursed alliance!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
Fear no danger! Shun no labor!
Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,
Let the odds make each heart bolder!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
How the South's great heart rejoices
At your cannon's ringing voices!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
For faith betrayed and pledges broken,
Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken,
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
Strong as lions, swift as eagles,
Back to their kennels hunt these beagles!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Cut the unequal bonds asunder!
Let them hence each other plunder!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
Swear upon your country's altar
Never to submit or falter--
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Till the spoilers are defeated,
Till the Lord's work is completed!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
Halt not till our Federation
Secures among earth's powers its station!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Then at peace and crowned with glory,
Hear your children tell the story!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
If the loved ones weep in sadness,
Victory soon shall bring them gladness--
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Exultant pride soon vanish sorrow;
Smiles chase tears away to-morrow!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--CHORUS
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Yankee Vandals
The Northern Abolition Vandals,
Who have come to free the slave
Will meet their doom in Old Virginny
Where they all will get a grave.
So let the Yankees say what they will,
We will love and fight for Dixie still!
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Call All
Whoop! The Doodles have broken lose
Roaring round like the very deuce!
Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack,
After`em boys, and drive`em back!
Want a weapon? Why, capture one!
Every Doodle has got a gun,
Belt and bayonet, bright ad new:
Kill a Doodle and capture two!
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