The Southern Soldier Boy
Old Dog Tray
Dixie's Land
Goober Peas
Cumberland Gap
Aura Lee
When Johnny Comes
Marching Home
Evelina
Many T'ousand Gone
Juanita
Weeping Sad and Lonely
(When This Cruel War Is Over)
The Cannoneer
The Southern Soldier Boy
Em G D Em
Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name, he’s off to the wars and gone;G D Em
He’s fighting for his Nannie dear, his sword is buckled on.G C G D Em D
He’s fighting for his own true love, his foes he does defy;Em G D Em
He is the darling of my heart, my Southern soldier boy.When Bob comes home from war’s alarms, we’ll start life a-new;
I’ll give myself right up to him, a dutiful loving wife.
I’ll try my best to please my dear for he is my only joy.
He is the darling of my heart, my Southern soldier boy.Oh! If in battle he was slain, I am sure that I would die;
But I am sure he’ll come again and cheer my weeping eye.
But should he fall in this our glorious cause, he still would be my joy,
For many a sweetheart mourns the loss of a Southern soldier boy.I hope for the best, and so do all whose hopes are in the field;
I know that we will win the day, for Southrons never yield.
And when we think of those that are away, we’ll look above for joy;
And I’m mighty glad that my Bobby is a Southern soldier boy -
He is the darling of my heart, my Southern soldier boy.
Old Dog Tray
D A D
The morn of life is past, and evening comes at last,A D A
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,D A D
Of merry forms I've seen upon the village greenG A D
A-sporting with my old dog Tray.
Chorus
A D
Old dog Tray is ever faithful;A D-A
Grief cannot drive him away.D A D
He's gentle, he is kind - I'll never, never findG A D
A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I call'd my own have vanished one by one,
When thoughts recall the past, his eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak, I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Dixie’s Land
C C7 F
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, old times dar am not forgotten,C Am G7 C
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.C7 F
In Dixie Land whar I was born in early on one frosty mornin’,C Am G7 C
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.Chorus
C F D7 G7
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!C F C G7
In Dixie Land, I’ll take my stand to lib an die in Dixie.C G7 C G7-C
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.C G7 C D7 G7-C
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.Dis world was made in just six days and finished up in various ways,
Look away! Look Away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den God made Dixie trim and nice and Adam called it Paradise,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.*Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber", Willium was a gay deceaber,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put his arm around ‘er, he smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaber, but dat did not seem to greab ‘er;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Old Missus acted de foolish part, and died for a man dat broke her heart.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.Now here’s a health to de next old Missus, an all de gals dat want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But if you want to drive ‘way sorrow, come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.Dar’s buckwheat cakes and Ingen’ batter, makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble, to Dixie’s land I’m bound to trabel,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Goober Peas
G C G
Sitting by the roadside on a summer dayD
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away;G C
Lying in the shadow underneath the trees,G C D G
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!Chorus
G C D G
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!C D G
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!C D G
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!C D G
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule,
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here’s your mule!"
But another pleasure enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas!Just before the battle the General hears a row;
He says, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now!"
He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas!I think my song has lasted almost long enough,
The subject’s interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough;
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas
We’d kiss our wives and sweethearts and gobble goober peas!
Cumberland Gap
G C G C G
Lay down boys, and take a little nap, lay down boys, and take a little nap;C G C G
Lay down boys, and take a little nap; Fourteen miles to Cumberland Gap.Chorus
G C G C G
Cumberland Gap! Cumberland Gap! Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap!C G C G
Cumberland Gap! Cumberland Gap! Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap!
The first white man in Cumberland Gap was old Doc Walker, an English chap.
Daniel Boone on Pinnacle Rock, he killed Injuns with an old flintlock.
Cumberland Gap is a noted place: three kinds of water to wash your face.
Cumberland Gap with its cliff and rocks, home of the panther, bear and fox.
September mornin’ in ‘62, Morgan’s Yankees all withdrew.
They spiked Long Tom on the mountain top and over the cliffs they let him drop.
They burned the hay, the meal, and the meat, and left the Rebels nothin’ to eat.
Braxton Bragg with his Rebel band, he run George Morgan into Yankee land.
The Rebels now will give a little yell; they’ll scare them people all to hell.
Ol’ Aunt Dinah, ef you don’t keer, leave my little jug settin’ right here.
Ef it’s not here when I come back, I’ll raise hell in Cumberland Gap.
Ol’ Aunt Dinah took a little spell, broke my little jug all to hell.
I’ve got a woman in Cumberland Gap, she’s got a boy that calls me "Pap".
Me and my wife and my wife’s gran’pap all raise hell in Cumberland Gap.
Aura Lee
G Am D7 G
When the blackbird in the spring, on the willow tree,Am D7 G
Sat and rocked I heard him sing, singing "Aura Lee";Em C G
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair;Am D7 G
Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.Chorus
G Em Am C G
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair,Am D7 G
Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.In thy blush the rose was born, music when you spake;
Through thine azure eye the morn sparkling seemed to
break.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, birds of crimson wing
Never song have sung to me as in that sweet, sweet spring.Aura Lee, the bird may flee the willow’s golden hair;
Swing through winter fitfully on the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see, gloom will soon depart,
For to me, sweet Aura Lee, is sunshine through the heart.When the mistletoe was green midst the winter’s snows,
Sunshine in thy face was seen kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, take my golden ring;
Love and light return with thee, and swallows in the spring.
When Johnny Comes Marching Home
Dm F
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah!Dm F A7
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then, hurrah, hurrah!Dm Gm
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,Dm A7
The ladies they will all turn out,DmC Bb A7 Dm A7 Dm
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 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.We’ve got most glorious news today, hurrah, hurrah!
For Johnny’s coming home today, hurrah, hurrah!
A soldier of the "loyal band",
Returning to his "native land",
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.When Johnny comes home, the girls will say, Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll have sweethearts now to cheer our way, hurrah, hurrah!
If they lost a leg, the girls won’t run,
For half a man is better than none,
And we’ll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Evelina
G
Way down in the valley where the lily first blows,D7 G
Where the wind from the mountain ne’er ruffles the rose,Lives sweet Evelina, the dear little dove;
D7 G
The child of the valley, the girl that I love.Chorus
G
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,D7 G
My love for thee will never, never die.Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
D7 G
My love for thee will never, never die.She’s fair like the rose, like the lamb she is meek;
She never was known to put paint on her cheek.
In softest of curls hangs her raven-black hair,
And there never was need for perfumery there.Three years have now passed and I’ve not got a dollar,
Evelina still dwells in that green, grassy holler.
Although I am fated to marry her never,
I’ve sworn that I’ll love her forever and ever.
Many T'ousand Gone
No more auction block for me;
No more, no more;
No more auction block for me -
Many t'ousand gone.No more peck of corn for me;
No more, no more;
No more peck of corn for me -
Many t'ousand gone.No more driver's lash for me,
No more, no more;
No more driver's lash for me -
Many t'ousand gone.No more pint of salt for me,
No more, no more;
No more pint of salt for me -
Many t'ousand gone.No more hundred lash for me,
No more, no more;
No more hundred lash for me -
Many t'ousand gone.No more mistress call for me,
No more, no more;
No more mistress call for me -
Many t'ousand gone.
Juanita
D A D
Soft o’er the fountain lingering falls the southern moon;A D
Far o’er the mountain breaks the day too soon!G A D
dwell,
In thy dark eyes’ splendor where the warm light loves to
G A D
Weary looks, yet tender, speak their fond farewell.A D
A D
Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part.
Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.When in thy dreaming, moons like these shall shine again,
And daylight beaming prove thy dreams are vain,
Wilt thou not, relenting, for thine absent lover sigh?
In thy heart consenting to a prayer gone by?
Nita! Juanita! Let me linger by thy side.
Nita! Juanita! Be my own fair bride.
Weeping, Sad and Lonely
Or
When This Cruel War Is OverG B7 C C/A G B7 D
Dearest love, do you remember when we last did meetG B7 C C/A G D G
How you told me that you loved me, kneeling at my feet? D G A7 D
Oh! How proud you stood before me in your suit of blue, B7 C G D G
When you vowed to me and country ever to be true. Chorus
C C/A G B7 D
Weeping, sad and lonely, hope and fears how vain! G B7 C
Yet praying, when this cruel war is over, G D G
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.
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.But your 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 love the stainless banner, emblem of the free.
The Cannoneer
D G D G D
We will sing of the boys who make the loudest noise,
A
And from fighting you can scarcely restrain them. Aha!
D D/C D/B# D/A
They have "guns", "howitzers", "rifles" and other sorts of trifles,
D A D
To send soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".Chorus:
D G
Oh! ho ho! Ah, ha! ha!
D A
The good times, boys, are a-coming;
D D/C D/B# D/A
Oh, never mind the weather, but get over double trouble
D A D
When you're bound for the "Happy Land of Canaan".We will sing of Number One - he comes first upon the gun,
And works like a horse without complaining. Aha!
He will let you know that he is not too slow
In sending soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".Next comes Number Two. He has as much as he can do
To make the enemy think 'tis iron raining. Aha!
He will let you know that he is not too slow
At sending soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".Then comes Number Three, who, brisk as he can be,
His thumb upon the vent he's retaining. Aha!
He will let you know that he is not too slow
At sending soldiers to the "Happy Land of Canaan".Next comes Number Four, who, to make the matter sure,
Pulls the lanyard with a steady sort of straining. Aha!
And then, with loud report, King Death cries out "Come into court
If you're going to the 'Happy Land of Canaan'."Next comes Number Five, who, to keep his game alive,
Proves his legs must have the right sort of training. Aha!
For, with cartridge in his pouch, you can see he's no slouch
At sending soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".Then comes Number Six, who works hard his little tricks
For fear the others he'll be detaining. Aha!
And he knows - to help the fight - he must cut the fuses right
So as to send them to the "Happy Land of Canaan".Next comes Number Seven, to whom important place is given;
Like Five, his legs must have the right sort of training. Aha!
For both of them must run 'tween the limber and the gun
If they're going to the "Happy Land of Canaan".And here's to Number Eight, who with patience has to wait,
Though in this he's slightly given to complaining. Aha!
So he helps our Number Six, with all his little tricks
At sending soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".Now it never would be right if the Corporal we should slight,
For he's the bully boy that does the aiming. Aha!
With his screw and his trail, we hope he'll never fail
At sending soldiers past the "Happy Land of Canaan".But what are we about? We have left the Sergeant out;
No doubt of this slight he'll be complaining. Aha!
But he's a sort of Boss, you know, and we keep him more for show
Than sending soldiers to the "Happy Land of Canaan".
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