Saturday, January 5, 2013

The Grey Jacket



Words by Mrs. Caroline .A. Ball
Music by Charlie L. Ward

Oh fold it up carefully and lay it aside
Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride
How dear must it be to our hearts evermore,
the jacket of grey our loved soldier boy wore
Can we e'er forget when he joined the brave fight
who rose in defense of our dear southern land
and in his bright youth, hurried on to the fray
Oh how proudly he donned it the jacket of grey

His fond mother blessed him and looked up above
Commending to heaven the child of her love
What anguish was hers, mortal tongue cannot say
When he passed from her side in the jacket of grey
But his country had called him she would not repine
Though costly the sacrifice placed on its shrine
Her hearts dearest hopes on the alter she lay
When she sent out her boy in the jacket of grey

Months passed and war's thunders rolled o'er the land
Unsheathed was the sword and lighted the brand
We heard in the distance the sounds of the fray
And prayed for our boy in the jacket of grey
But Vain all Vain were prays and our tears,
the glad shout of victory rang in our ears
But our treasured ones on the battle field lay
Where their life blood oozed out on the jacket of grey

His young comrades found him and tenderly bore
The cold lifeless form to his home by the shore
Oh dark were our hearts on that terrible day
When we saw our dead boy in the jacket of grey
Ah spotted and tattered and stained now with gore
Was the garment which once he so proudly wore
We wept bitterly as we took him away
And replaced, with death's white robes, the jacket of grey.

We laid him to rest in his cold narrow bed
And wrote on the marble we placed o'er his head
The the proudest of tributes our sad hearts could say
"He never disgraced the jacket of grey"
Then fold it up carefully and lay it aside
Tendlerly touch look on it with pride-
For dear must it be to our hearts evermore
The jacket of grey our soldier boy wore

Friday, October 12, 2012

The Soldier's Prayer

Here is my version of "Will My Soul Pass Through the Southland". This song was originally written by Charles Moore in 1930's and was basically a Confederate version of the Irish song, "Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland". Both songs shared the same tune as "Kevin Barry".
I re-wrote this song to elongate it and make it sadder. The blue-grass style of Moore's song takes away the original sadness, so this one is sung to "Kevin Barry". I don't have an audio or video of this song the way I re-wrote it, so I posted a link to "Kevin Barry" to give you and Idea of the tune.

Capo 3rd fret. Intro: G&D
G                             C G                                    D
In a dreary Yankee Prison where a Rebel Soldier lay,
                                             CD                                      
By his side, their knelt a Reverend 'ere his soul should pass away.
   G                                      CG                                               D
And he faintly whispered, "Reverend,"as he clutched him by the hand.
                                                                                           G
"Reverend tell me 'fore I die, will my soul pass through the Southland.

Chorus:
 G                                              CG                                        D
Will my soul pass through the Southland through Old Virginia grand
                                   CD                                                   
Will I see the hills of Georgia and those green fields of Alabam'
G                            C   D                                                          D
Will I see that little church house where I pledged my heart and hand
                                                                                             G
Reverend tell me 'fore I die, will my soul pass through the Southland

Verse2:
"Twas for loving my dear Dixie in the Yankee cell I lie
Twas for loving grand ole Dixie in the foreign land I die
Will you see my little daughter, won't you make her understand
That the reason that I died was protecting my dear Southland

Verse 3:
Bury me beside my comrades, bury me with Southern pride
Wrap me in a Southern banner, the Southern flag for which I die
Tell them proudly play ole 'Dixie", as they lower my body down
Reverend tell them at my graveside, that my soul passed through the Southland
Chorus:
Verse4:
As the dawn was slowly breaking and the sun began to rise
In the horrid Yankee prison, our brave Southern soldier died
Prayed the Reverend at his bedside as he slowly stood again
"Father grant this soldier's prayer, may his soul pass through the Southland"
(For Final chorus, change "will" to "may" and "my" to "his". last line of chorus 2:)
"Father grant this soldier's prayer. May his soul pass through the Southland."

Saturday, September 22, 2012

It's a Long, Long Way to Alabama



It’s a Long, Long Way to Alabama
Words: Alan Peeler (2006)
Music: Deborah Brinson (2006)


This balled tells the true story of an Alabamian who died in Abbeville South Carolina while trying to get home after the war. Mr. Peeler wrote these lyrics after visiting the soldier’s grave on Secession Hill, S.C.

While on a train in South Carolina I Stared out of the window 
As the slow cold rain was coming down
And I’m trying to get home, the home Left so long ago
But I’m here, near Abbeville, near Abbeville town
It’s a Long, long way, to Alabama

They told me the war, the war was over. My soldier life was through,
My soldier life was through, and they said,
“Go home confederate soldier, for you have nothing left to prove
Go home confederate soldier, for you have nothing left to prove
It’s a long, long way to Alabama

Almost four years ago, I left my home
To stand for what was right, with a rifle in my hand, I fought
For my land against all the federal might
I fought for my land, against all the federal might
It’s a long, long way to Alabama

I joined the army, with my brother John
Two cousins and my neighbor Tom, my brother and cousins, and neighbor Tom
John died at Chickamauga, my cousins of them I don’t know
Tom died in Richmond, o’er two and half years ago
It’s a long, long way to Alabama

For the last two days, a fever’s been in my head
Sleep has not come, as on this train I make my bed, I wonder,
 Will I ever see my home, my father and my mother dear?
Or if on this train ‘n tears the voice of my Savior I’ll hear?
It’s a long, long way to Alabama

I close my eyes now, for I feel I must sleep
I’ll pull my coat close as the train pulls to a creep, and they say,
 “We’re in Abbeville” a small South Carolina town
But I dream of my old home, so far away in Alabam
But I dream of my old home, so far away in Alabam
It’s a long, long way to Alabama


Keep it Still

You may have heard of the famous poem, The Conquered Banner.  A reply was written, entitled A Reply to the Conquered Banner by Baron Henry Houghton, an English poet. Here is the original poem:



Gallant nation, foiled by numbers!
 Say not that your hopes are fled;
Keep that glorious flag which slumbers,
 One day to avenge your dead.
Keep it, widowed, sonless mothers!
Keep it, sisters, mourning brothers!
Furl it now, but keep it still--
 Think not that its work is done.
Keep it till your children take it,
Once again to hall and make it,
All their sires have bled and fought for;
All their noble hearts have sought for--
 Bled and fought for all alone!
All alone! ay, shame the story!
 Millions here deplore the stain;
Shame, alas! for England's glory,
 Freedom called, and called in vain!
Furl that banner, sadly, slowly,
Treat it gently, for 'tis holy;
Till that day--yes, furl it sadly;
Then once more unfurl it gladly--
 Conquered banner! keep it still!
 
 Using this poem, I wrote a song (which included much of the lines by Houghton) called Keep Her Still. Here are the lyrics to my song. Whereas Houghton wrote as an outside encouraging the South not to loose all hope, my version is written as a Southerner- thus "Our" not "Your"I will try to post the chords to it soon.

Verse 1
Gallant Dixie, foiled by numbers
Do not say our hopes have fled
Keep that glorious flag that slumbers
One day to avenge our dead
Conquered banner, but keep her still
 Chorus: 
Gently fold the Southern banner
Treat in a reverent manner
Sadly now, put it aside,
Til' the day she once more flies
Conquered banner keep her still
 Verse 2
Keep her til our children take her
Do not think her work is done
We'll tell our children "Don't forsake her"
For the fight has just begun
Conquered banner keep her still
 Verse 3
Tis the flag our fathers fought for
Flag of Dixie, flag of right 
Against the power of Lincoln's horde
They fought with all their might
Conquered banner, keep her still
Verse 4
But Dixie lost, so goes the story
Freedom called, but called in vain
But this banner wrapped in glory
Fallen now will rise again!
Conquered banner, keep her still! 


Deo Vindice! "The Battle Cry of Freedom- CSA" is a Southern Nationalist blog. Southern Nationalist seek the complete and total independence of the Southern Confederacy from the American Empire by peaceful means. We seek to create a free nation like our forefathers imagined.On this blog, I post song that promote Southern Nationalism.