Raise the Southern flag on high!, 189 Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!, 141 Rally round our country's flag!, 94 Rebel is a sacred name, 71 Representing nothing on God's earth now, 370 Rise, rise, mountain and valley men, 55 Sabine Pass! in letters of gold, 320 Sing ho! for the Southerner's meteor flag, 108 Sitting by the roadside on a Summer day, 74 Softly comes the twilight stealing gently through my prison bars, 346 Softly in dreams of repose, 352 Soldiers! raise your banner proudly, 120 Sons of freedom, on to glory, 199 Sons of the South arise, 264 Sons of the South, arouse to battle, 100 Sons of the South awake to glory, 4 Sons of the South, beware the foe, 46 Sons of the South! from hill and dale, 19 Southern men, unsheathe the sword, 24 Southrons, hear your country call you, 238 States of the South! confederate land, 48 Stitch, stitch, stitch, 222 The boys are coming home again, 335 The boys down South in Dixie's Land, 49 The despot's heel is on thy shore, 276 The foe! the foe! They come! they come!, 57 The hour was sad I left the maid, 85 The morning star is paling, the camp-fires flicker low, 287 The muffled drum is beating, 328 The night-cloud had lowered o'er Shiloh's red plain, 290 The Northern abolition vandals, 314 The sentinel treads his martial round, 134 The shades of night were falling fast, 22 The snow is in the cloud, and night is gathering o'er us, 282 The South for me! The sunny clime, 123 The sun sinking o'er the battle plain, 187 The tyrant's broad pennant is floating, 102 The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight, 263 The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede, 191 There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia's god-like son, 224 There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom's throne, 159 Though we're a band of prisoners, 341 Thou hast gone forth, my darling one, 256 Three cheers for the Southern flag, 91 'Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound, breaks on the stillness of the air, 303 'Tis old Stonewall, the rebel, that leans on his sword, 315 To arms! oh! men in all our Southern clime, 76 'Twas a terrible moment, 95 'Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three, 168 'Twas midnight when we built our fires, 207 'Twas on that dark and fearful morn, 185 Unclaimed by the land that bore us, 317 Unmoved in the battle, 251 Upon Manassas' bloody plain a soldier boy lay dying, 106 Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us, 83 Wake! dearest, wake! 'tis thy lover who calls, Imogen, 172 We all went down to New Orleans, 112 We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, 31 Weep, Louisiana, weep! thy gallant dead, 37 We have ridden from the brave southwest, 56 We leave our pleasant homesteads, 80 We left him on the crimson'd field, 234 Well, we can whip them now I guess, 232 We're the boys so gay and happy, 177 We're the Navasota volunteers, our county is named Grimes, 294