AMERICAN MISCELLANEOUS SECTION
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Lyrics
1.) Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:
2.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.
3.) Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
4.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin.
5.) Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon 'tis known from whence we came,
where're we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory.
Refrain: Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
7th Cavalry Version
1.) We are the pride of the army,
And a regiment of great renown,
Our name's on the pages of history,
From sixty six on down.
If you think we stop or falter,
While into the fray we're goin'
Just watch the step with our heads erect
When our band plays "Garry Owen."
2.) We know no fear when stern duty
Calls us far away from home,
Our country's flag shall sagely o'er us wave,
No matter where we roam.
T'is the gallant Seventh Cavalry,
It matters not where we're goin'
such you'll surely say as we march away,
When our band plays "Garry Owen."
3.) Then hurrah for our brave commanders!
Who lead us into the fight.
We'll do or die in our country's cause.
And battle for the right.
And when the war is o'er
And to our home we're goin'
Just watch the step, with our head erect,
When our band plays, "Garry Owen."
Refrain: In the Fighting Seventh's the place for me.
It's the cream of all the cavalry;
No other regiment ever can claim
It's pride, honor, glory, and undying fame.
1.) Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:
2.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.
3.) Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
4.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin.
5.) Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon 'tis known from whence we came,
where're we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory.
Refrain: Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
7th Cavalry Version
1.) We are the pride of the army,
And a regiment of great renown,
Our name's on the pages of history,
From sixty six on down.
If you think we stop or falter,
While into the fray we're goin'
Just watch the step with our heads erect
When our band plays "Garry Owen."
2.) We know no fear when stern duty
Calls us far away from home,
Our country's flag shall sagely o'er us wave,
No matter where we roam.
T'is the gallant Seventh Cavalry,
It matters not where we're goin'
such you'll surely say as we march away,
When our band plays "Garry Owen."
3.) Then hurrah for our brave commanders!
Who lead us into the fight.
We'll do or die in our country's cause.
And battle for the right.
And when the war is o'er
And to our home we're goin'
Just watch the step, with our head erect,
When our band plays, "Garry Owen."
Refrain: In the Fighting Seventh's the place for me.
It's the cream of all the cavalry;
No other regiment ever can claim
It's pride, honor, glory, and undying fame.
Lyrics
1.) Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky.
We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh.
Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey.
2.) Get underway, Navy, Decks cleared for the fray,
We'll hoist true Navy Blue So Army down your Grey-y-y-y.
Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to,
Furl Black and Grey and Gold and hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue
3.) Blue of the Seven Seas; Gold of God's great sun
Let these our colors be till all of time be done-n-n-ne,
By Severn's shore we learn Navy's stern call:
Faith, courage, service true with honor over, honor over all.
"Anchors Aweigh" is the fight song of the United States Naval Academy, and strongly associated with the United States Navy, composed in 1906 by Charles A. Zimmerman with lyrics by Alfred Hart Miles. Royal Lovell (class of 1926 of the United States Naval Academy) later wrote what would be adopted into the song as its third verse.
1.) Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky.
We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh.
Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey.
2.) Get underway, Navy, Decks cleared for the fray,
We'll hoist true Navy Blue So Army down your Grey-y-y-y.
Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to,
Furl Black and Grey and Gold and hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue
3.) Blue of the Seven Seas; Gold of God's great sun
Let these our colors be till all of time be done-n-n-ne,
By Severn's shore we learn Navy's stern call:
Faith, courage, service true with honor over, honor over all.
"Anchors Aweigh" is the fight song of the United States Naval Academy, and strongly associated with the United States Navy, composed in 1906 by Charles A. Zimmerman with lyrics by Alfred Hart Miles. Royal Lovell (class of 1926 of the United States Naval Academy) later wrote what would be adopted into the song as its third verse.
I want this version to play when CMBN is loading a scenario, anyone here know how to make a mod that will do that?
C'mon now, someone has to know if this is even possible...(looks to EoG)
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Lyrics
Music: The Irish Jaunting Car
1.) We are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil;
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
"Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!"
2.) As long as the Union was faithful to her trust,
Like friends and like brothers both 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.
3.) First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand,
Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;
Next quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida,
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
4.) 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 statesman are,
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
5.) And here's to old Virginia, the Old Dominion State,
Who with the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate;
Impelled by her example, now other states prepare,
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
6.) Then cheer, boys, cheer, raise the joyous shout,
For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out;
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given,
The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.
7.) Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer,
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Refrain: Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Info
"The Bonnie Blue Flag", also known as "We Are a Band of Brothers", is an 1861 marching song associated with the Confederate States of America. The words were written by Irish born entertainer Harry McCarthy, with the melody taken from the song "The Irish Jaunting Car". The song's title refers to the unofficial first Flag of the Confederacy, the "Bonnie Blue Flag, the symbol of secession from the Union, that bears the "single star" of the chorus.
"The Bonnie Blue Flag" holds special significance to the Texas brigade. The song was premiered by lyricist Harry McCarthy during a concert in Jackson, Mississippi, in the spring of 1861 and performed again in September of that same year at the New Orleans Academy of Music for the First Texas Volunteer Infantry regiment mustering in celebration.[citation needed]
The New Orleans music publishing house of A.E. Blackmar issued six editions of "The Bonnie Blue Flag" between 1861 and 1864 along with three additional arrangements. The "Band of Brothers" mentioned in the first line of the song is a reference to the St. Crispin's day speech in William Shakespeare's play Henry V.
Revision
The first verse of the song goes:
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil;
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
The second line is sometimes given as "fighting for our liberty with treasure, blood, and toil". A copy of the 1861 song sheet posted on a website by University of San Diego professor Steve Schoenherr illustrates the "property" version.
According to Schoenherr, the song sheet was first published in 1861 by A. E. Blackmar and Brother in New Orleans. When Major General Benjamin Butler captured New Orleans, he allegedly arrested Blackmar, fined Blackmar $500, destroyed all copies of the music, and ordered that anyone caught whistling or singing "The Bonnie Blue Flag" would be fined $25 (about $482 in 2005). Eleven other editions of the song were published with different lyrics.
Music: The Irish Jaunting Car
1.) We are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil;
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
"Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!"
2.) As long as the Union was faithful to her trust,
Like friends and like brothers both 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.
3.) First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand,
Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;
Next quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida,
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
4.) 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 statesman are,
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
5.) And here's to old Virginia, the Old Dominion State,
Who with the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate;
Impelled by her example, now other states prepare,
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
6.) Then cheer, boys, cheer, raise the joyous shout,
For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out;
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given,
The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.
7.) Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer,
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Refrain: Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Info
"The Bonnie Blue Flag", also known as "We Are a Band of Brothers", is an 1861 marching song associated with the Confederate States of America. The words were written by Irish born entertainer Harry McCarthy, with the melody taken from the song "The Irish Jaunting Car". The song's title refers to the unofficial first Flag of the Confederacy, the "Bonnie Blue Flag, the symbol of secession from the Union, that bears the "single star" of the chorus.
"The Bonnie Blue Flag" holds special significance to the Texas brigade. The song was premiered by lyricist Harry McCarthy during a concert in Jackson, Mississippi, in the spring of 1861 and performed again in September of that same year at the New Orleans Academy of Music for the First Texas Volunteer Infantry regiment mustering in celebration.[citation needed]
The New Orleans music publishing house of A.E. Blackmar issued six editions of "The Bonnie Blue Flag" between 1861 and 1864 along with three additional arrangements. The "Band of Brothers" mentioned in the first line of the song is a reference to the St. Crispin's day speech in William Shakespeare's play Henry V.
Revision
The first verse of the song goes:
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil;
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
The second line is sometimes given as "fighting for our liberty with treasure, blood, and toil". A copy of the 1861 song sheet posted on a website by University of San Diego professor Steve Schoenherr illustrates the "property" version.
According to Schoenherr, the song sheet was first published in 1861 by A. E. Blackmar and Brother in New Orleans. When Major General Benjamin Butler captured New Orleans, he allegedly arrested Blackmar, fined Blackmar $500, destroyed all copies of the music, and ordered that anyone caught whistling or singing "The Bonnie Blue Flag" would be fined $25 (about $482 in 2005). Eleven other editions of the song were published with different lyrics.
Lyrics
1.) I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee--
I’se gwine to Lou’siana my true lub for to see.
It rain’d all night de day I left, de wedder it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to def -- Susanna, dont you cry.
2.) I jump’d aboard the telegraph and trabbeled down de ribber/road,
De lectrie fluid magnified, and kill’d five hundred Nigger/Jews.
De bullgine bust, de hoss ran off, I really thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref -- Susanna, dont you cry.
3.) I had a dream de udder night, when ebry ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down de hill.
De buckweat cake was in her mouf, de tear was in her eye,
I says, I’se coming from de souf, -- Susanna, dont you cry.
4.) I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I' fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, dis darkie 'I surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, dont you cry.
Refrain: Oh! Susanna, do not cry for me;
I come from Alabama, wid my Banjo on my knee.
1.) I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee--
I’se gwine to Lou’siana my true lub for to see.
It rain’d all night de day I left, de wedder it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to def -- Susanna, dont you cry.
2.) I jump’d aboard the telegraph and trabbeled down de ribber/road,
De lectrie fluid magnified, and kill’d five hundred Nigger/Jews.
De bullgine bust, de hoss ran off, I really thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref -- Susanna, dont you cry.
3.) I had a dream de udder night, when ebry ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down de hill.
De buckweat cake was in her mouf, de tear was in her eye,
I says, I’se coming from de souf, -- Susanna, dont you cry.
4.) I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I' fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, dis darkie 'I surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, dont you cry.
Refrain: Oh! Susanna, do not cry for me;
I come from Alabama, wid my Banjo on my knee.
Lyrics
1.) Oh, 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!
2.) We are springing to the call of a million free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we'll fill our vacant ranks of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
3.) We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although he may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
4.) 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!
5.) We are marching to the field, boys, we're going to the fight,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we bear the glorious stars for the Union and the right,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
Refrain: The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
1.) Oh, 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!
2.) We are springing to the call of a million free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we'll fill our vacant ranks of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
3.) We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although he may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
4.) 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!
5.) We are marching to the field, boys, we're going to the fight,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we bear the glorious stars for the Union and the right,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
Refrain: The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
Lyrics
1.) Just before the battle, mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
Filled with thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod.
2.) Oh, I long to see you, mother,
And the loving ones at home,
But I'll never leave our banner,
Till in honor I can come.
Tell the traitors all around you
That their cruel words we know,
In every battle kill our soldiers
By the help they give the foe.
3.) Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
'Tis the signal for the fight,
Now, may God protect us, mother,
As He ever does the right.
Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"
How it swells upon the air,
Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
Or we'll perish nobly there.
Refrain: Farewell, mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again,
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
If I'm numbered with the slain.
1.) Just before the battle, mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
Filled with thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod.
2.) Oh, I long to see you, mother,
And the loving ones at home,
But I'll never leave our banner,
Till in honor I can come.
Tell the traitors all around you
That their cruel words we know,
In every battle kill our soldiers
By the help they give the foe.
3.) Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
'Tis the signal for the fight,
Now, may God protect us, mother,
As He ever does the right.
Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"
How it swells upon the air,
Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
Or we'll perish nobly there.
Refrain: Farewell, mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again,
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
If I'm numbered with the slain.
Lyrics
1.) Once I heard a father ask his soldier son,
"Why can't you advance like the other boys have done?
You've been a private mighty long,
Won't you tell me what is wrong?"
And then the soldier lad
Said, "Listen to me, Dad":
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army,
A private has more fun,
When his day's work is done;
And when he goes on hikes,
In ev'ry town he strikes
Girls discover him
And just smother him
With things he likes.
But girlies act so shy
When colonel passes by,
He holds his head so high with dignity;
So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder
Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
2.) Ev'ry night you find some private in the park,
Spooning on a bench where it is nice and dark:
He's just as happy as can be
With his girlie on his knee,
But colonel never dares
To mix in such affairs:
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army,
A colonel out in France
Can never take a chance,
For though his job is great,
He dare not make a date;
All that he can do Is just parley-voo
Then hesitate;
But privates meet the ma,
And then they treat the pa,
And then they 'oo-la-la' with 'wee Marie';
So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder
Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
1.) Once I heard a father ask his soldier son,
"Why can't you advance like the other boys have done?
You've been a private mighty long,
Won't you tell me what is wrong?"
And then the soldier lad
Said, "Listen to me, Dad":
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army,
A private has more fun,
When his day's work is done;
And when he goes on hikes,
In ev'ry town he strikes
Girls discover him
And just smother him
With things he likes.
But girlies act so shy
When colonel passes by,
He holds his head so high with dignity;
So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder
Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
2.) Ev'ry night you find some private in the park,
Spooning on a bench where it is nice and dark:
He's just as happy as can be
With his girlie on his knee,
But colonel never dares
To mix in such affairs:
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army,
A colonel out in France
Can never take a chance,
For though his job is great,
He dare not make a date;
All that he can do Is just parley-voo
Then hesitate;
But privates meet the ma,
And then they treat the pa,
And then they 'oo-la-la' with 'wee Marie';
So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder
Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
Lyrics
1.) I am a modern hairo. My name is Paddy Kearney.
Not long ago, I landed from the bogs of sweet Killarney.
I used to cry out: SOAP FAT! bekase that was my trade, sir,
Till I 'listed for a Soger-boy wid Corcoran's brigade, sir.
For to fight for Uncle Sam,...
2.) Ora, once in regimentals, my mind it did bewildher.
I bid good-bye to Biddy dear, and all the darling childher.
Whoo! says I, the Irish Volunteers the divil a one afraid is,
Bekase we've got the soger bould, McClellan, for to lade us.
For to fight for Uncle Sam,...
3.) We soon got into battle. We made a charge of bay'nets.
The Rebel blaggards soon gave way, they fell as thick as paynuts.
Och hone! The slaughter that we made, bedad, it was delighting!
For, the Irish lads in action are the divil's boys for fighting.
They'll fight for Uncle Sam,...
4.) Och, sure, we never will give in, in any sort of manner,
Until the South comes back again, beneath the Starry-Banner.
And if John Bull should interfere, he'd suffer for it truly.
For, soon the Irish Volunteers would give him Ballyhooly.
Oh! they'll fight for Uncle Sam,...
5.) And now, before I ind my song, this free advice I'll tender:
We soon will use the Rebels up and make them all surrender.
And, once again, the Stars and Stripes will to the breeze be swellin',
If Uncle Abe will give us back our darling boy McClellan.
Oh! we'll follow Little Mac,...
Refrain: He'll lade us on to glory, O!
He'll lade us on to glory, O!
To save the Stripes and Stars.
1.) I am a modern hairo. My name is Paddy Kearney.
Not long ago, I landed from the bogs of sweet Killarney.
I used to cry out: SOAP FAT! bekase that was my trade, sir,
Till I 'listed for a Soger-boy wid Corcoran's brigade, sir.
For to fight for Uncle Sam,...
2.) Ora, once in regimentals, my mind it did bewildher.
I bid good-bye to Biddy dear, and all the darling childher.
Whoo! says I, the Irish Volunteers the divil a one afraid is,
Bekase we've got the soger bould, McClellan, for to lade us.
For to fight for Uncle Sam,...
3.) We soon got into battle. We made a charge of bay'nets.
The Rebel blaggards soon gave way, they fell as thick as paynuts.
Och hone! The slaughter that we made, bedad, it was delighting!
For, the Irish lads in action are the divil's boys for fighting.
They'll fight for Uncle Sam,...
4.) Och, sure, we never will give in, in any sort of manner,
Until the South comes back again, beneath the Starry-Banner.
And if John Bull should interfere, he'd suffer for it truly.
For, soon the Irish Volunteers would give him Ballyhooly.
Oh! they'll fight for Uncle Sam,...
5.) And now, before I ind my song, this free advice I'll tender:
We soon will use the Rebels up and make them all surrender.
And, once again, the Stars and Stripes will to the breeze be swellin',
If Uncle Abe will give us back our darling boy McClellan.
Oh! we'll follow Little Mac,...
Refrain: He'll lade us on to glory, O!
He'll lade us on to glory, O!
To save the Stripes and Stars.