Civil War Songs and Poems

Music is important to us. We use it to set the mood, lift our spirits, and teach, among other reasons. If we were to look at the most popular songs of America today, we’d get a sense of what is important to our culture, wouldn’t we? When writing historical fiction, we can do the same thing. Looking at the popular songs and poetry gives me a more robust flavor of the Civil War era, and helps me understand the mindsets of my characters better. Music was so much a part of life then (just as it is today) that some of the lyrics made their way into my novel, Wedded to War, and they will appear in the rest of the series as well. Here are five songs and poems which both reflected and colored public and military sentiment.

Victory’s Band by Dan Emmett

This song, written in 1861, was sung to the tune of Dixie’s Land. In my novel, troops stationed outside Washington City sang this song after a day of drilling before they were tested with their first real battle—the Battle of Bull Run.

We’re marching under the Flag of union,
Keeping step in brave communion!
March away! March away! Away! Victory’s band!

Right down upon the ranks of rebels,
Tramp them underfoot like pebbles,
March away! March away! Away! Victory’s band!

CHORUS Oh! We’re marching on to Victory! Hurrah! Hurrah!
In Victory’s band we’ll sweep the land, And fight or die for Victory! Away! Away! We’ll fight or die for victory!

This song reflected their over-confidence. The Union suffered a staggering defeat at the Battle of Bull Run and retreated in shame.

Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe

Julie Ward Howe was prompted to rewrite the lyrics to the tune of John Brown’s Body (aka the John Brown Songs) when she was staying at the Willard Hotel in Washington City in November 1861. She awoke before dawn, penned the new lyrics, and went back to bed. It was first published in the Atlantic Monthly in 1862 and soon became the rallying cry of the Union.

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 truth 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.

Singing songs like this at a battlefield hospital increased morale—and helped drown out the moaning of wounded and dying men.

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A Rainy Day in Camp by Mary Woolsey Howland

During the early years of the war, Mary Woolsey Howland (pictured above) wrote several poems that were published and distributed among grateful troops. (Mary was the sister of Georgeanna Woolsey, who was the inspiration for Wedded to War’s main character, Charlotte Waverly.) The first of these poems was “A Rainy Day in Camp” and was said to bring tears to the eyes of the most of the men who heard it. Personally, I love how Mary drew a parallel near the end of the poem to God as the commander in chief of a great victorious army.

It’s a cheerless, lonesome evening,
When the soaking, sodden ground
Will not echo to the footfall
Of the sentinel’s dull round.

God’s blue star-spangled banner
To-night is not unfurled;
Surely He has not deserted
This weary, warring world.

I peer into the darkness,
And the crowding fancies come:
The night wind, blowing northward,
Carries all my heart toward home.

For I ‘listed in this army
Not exactly to my mind;
But my country called for helpers,
And I couldn’t stay behind.

So, I’ve had a sight of drilling,
And have roughed it many ways,
And death has nearly had me;-
Yet I think the service pays.

It’s a blessed sort of feeling—
Whether you live or die—
You helped your country in her need,
And fought right loyally.

But I can’t help thinking sometimes,
When a wet day’s leisure comes,
And I hear the old home voices
Talking louder than the drums,

— And the far, familiar faces
Peep in at my tent door,
And the little children’s footsteps
Go pit-pat on the floor,—

I can’t help thinking, somehow,
Of all the parson reads
About that other soldier-life
Which every true man leads.

And wife, soft-hearted creature,
Seems a-saying in my ear,
“I’d rather have you in those ranks
Than to see you brigadier.”

I call myself a brave one,

But in my heart I lie!

For my country, and her honor,

I am fiercely free to die;

But when the Lord, who bought me,

Asks for my service here

To “fight the good fight” faithfully,

I’m skulking in the rear.

And yet I know this Captain

All love and care to be:

He would never get impatient

With a raw recruit like me.

And I know he’d not forget me;

When the day of peace appears,

I should share with Him the victory

Of all His volunteers.

And it’s kind of cheerful, thinking,

Beside the dull tent fire,

About that big promotion,

When He says, “ Come up higher.”

And though it’s dismal—rainy-

Even now, with thoughts of Him,

Camp life looks extra cheery,

And death a deal less grim.

For I seem to see Him waiting,

Where a gathered heaven greets

A great victorious army,

Marching up the golden streets.

And I hear Him read the roll-call,

And my heart is all a-flame,

When the dear, recording angel

Writes down my happy name!

—But my fire is dead white ashes,

And the tent is chilling cold,

And I’m playing win the battle,

When I’ve never been enrolled!

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Somebody's Darling by Marie Ravenel de la Coste

Marie Ravenel de la Coste who spent her early days in Savannah, Georgia, teaching French when the Civil War broke out. This poem was first published anonymously in 1864 in Augusta, Georgia, as a song, and is perhaps the best-known Confederate poem. Women in both North and South revered the sentiments it portrays.

Into a ward of the whitewashed walls

Where the dead and the dying lay—

Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls—

Somebody’s darling! So young and so brave,

Wearing still on his pale sweet face—

Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave—

The lingering light of his boyhood’s grace.

Matted and damp are the curls of gold

Kissing the snow of that fair young brow,

Pale are the lips of delicate mould—

Somebody’s darling is dying now.

Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow

Brush the wandering waves of gold;

Cross his hands on his bosom now—

Somebody’s darling is still and cold.

Kiss him once for Somebody’s sake;

Murmur a prayer, soft and low;

One bright curl from the cluster take—

They were Somebody’s pride, you know.

Somebody’s hand hath rested there;

Was it a mother’s, soft and white?

And have the lips of a sister fair

Been baptized in those waves of light?

God knows best. He has Somebody’s love;

Somebody’s heart enshrined him there;

Somebody wafted his name above,

Night and morn, on the wings of prayer.

Somebody wept when he marched away,

Looking so handsome, brave, and grand;

Somebody’s kiss on his forehead lay;

Somebody clung to his parting hand;—

Somebody’s watching and waiting for him,

Yearning to hold him again to her heart;

There he lies—with the blue eyes dim,

And the smiling, child-like lips apart.

Tenderly bury the fair young dead,

Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;

Carve on the wooden slab at his head,

“Somebody’s darling slumbers here!”

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When This Cruel War is Over by Charles Carroll Sawyer

Published in 1863, “When This Cruel War is Over” (also known as “Weeping, Sad and Lonely”) was one of the best-selling songs during the war both in the North and the South, with more than a million copies of the sheet music sold.

Dearest Love, do you remember, when we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me, kneeling at my feet?
Oh! How proud you stood before me, in your suit of blue,
When you vow’d to me and country, ever to be true.

CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.

When the summer breeze is sighing, mournfully along,
Or when autumn leaves are falling, sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying on the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying, calling but in vain.

CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.

If amid the din of battle, nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you, none to hear you call –
Who would whisper words of comfort, who would soothe your pain?
Ah! The many cruel fancies, ever in my brain.

CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.

But our Country called you, Darling, angels cheer your way;
While our nation’s sons are fighting, we can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and Liberty, let all nations see
How we loved the starry banner, emblem of the free.

CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.

How interesting to see how the sentiments changed from the first two songs on this list to the last two. The war clearly lost its glory and glamour as both Union and Confederacy grew weary of the fight. Think again about the music we listen to today. What does it say about us? What does your music say about you, or about how you view life?

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More about Wedded to War:

When war erupted, she gave up a life of privilege for a life of significance. Tending to the army’s sick and wounded meant leading a life her mother does not understand and giving up a handsome and approved suitor. Yet Charlotte chooses a life of service over privilege, just as her childhood friend had done when he became a military doctor. She soon discovers that she’s combatting more than just the rebellion by becoming a nurse. Will the two men who love her simply stand by and watch as she fights her own battles? Or will their desire for her wage war on her desire to serve God?Wedded to War is a work of fiction, but the story is inspired by the true life of Civil War nurse Georgeanna Woolsey. Woolsey’s letters and journals, written over 150 years ago, offer a thorough look of what pioneering nurses endured. This is the first in the series “Heroines Behind the Lines: Civil War,” a collection of novels that highlights the crucial contributions made by women during times of war.

About the Author:

Jocelyn Green

Jocelyn Green inspires faith and courage as the award-winning and bestselling author of numerous fiction and nonfiction books, including The Mark of the King; Wedded to War; and The 5 Love Languages Military Edition, which she coauthored with bestselling author Dr. Gary Chapman. Her books have garnered starred reviews from Booklist and Publishers Weekly, and have been honored with the Christy Award, the gold medal from the Military Writers Society of America, and the Golden Scroll Award from the Advanced Writers & Speakers Association. She graduated from Taylor University in Upland, Indiana, with a B.A. in English, concentration in writing. As a speaker, Jocelyn inspires faith and courage in her audiences. She loves Mexican food, Broadway musicals, strawberry-rhubarb pie, the color red, and reading with a cup of tea. Jocelyn lives with her husband Rob and two children in Cedar Falls, Iowa. Visit her at www.jocelyngreen.com.

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