And here's to brave Virginia! The Old Dominion State 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. Then here's to our Confederacy! Strong we are 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. 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. Hurrah! hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star! NORTHERN SONGS. JOHN BROWN'S BODY. John Brown was hanged in December, 1859, and a little more than a year after this time the celebrated marching-tune, "John Brown's Body," came into being. It is a singular fact that the composer of the stirring and popular air of this song is unknown. Possibly it had no composer, but, like Topsy, "it was not born, but just growed." This seems to be the most reasonable theory of its origin. The words of the song, as given in this collection, with the exception of the first stanza, were written by Charles S. Hall, of Charlestown, Mass. "John Brown's Body" was the most popular war song among the Northern soldiers on the march and around the campfire. In fact, it became the marching song of the armies of the Nation. It was equally popular in the cities, villages, and homes of the North. The _Pall Mall Gazette_, of October 14, 1865, said: "The street boys of London have decided in favor of 'John Brown's Body' against 'My Maryland' and 'The Bonnie Blue Flag.' The somewhat lugubrious refrain has excited their admiration to a wonderful degree." John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; His soul is marching on. Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! His soul is marching on! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! (_thrice_.) His soul is marching on! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! (_thrice_.) His soul is marching on! His pet lambs will meet him on the way; (_thrice_.) As they go marching on! They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! (_thrice_.) As they march along! Now, three rousing cheers for the Union! (_thrice_.) As we are marching on! Glory; halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Glory, halle--hallelujah! Hip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah! WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME.