What shall the Southron's watchword be, 272 When clouds of oppression o'ershaded, 30 When history tells her story, 242 While crimson drops our hearth-stones stain, 41 Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, 14 Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o'er, 364 Would'st thou have me love thee, dearest, 20 Would you like to hear my song, I'm afraid it's rather long, 268 Yankee Doodle had a mind, 15 Ye men of Alabama, 17 Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling, 45 Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming, 237 Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand, 110 You are going to leave me, darling, 28 You are going to the wars, Willie boy, Willie boy, 275 You can never win us back, 8 You know the Federal General Banks, 164 Young as the youngest who donned the gray, 260 Young Florida sends forth her clan--the old Dominion's brave, 155 Young stranger, what land claims thy birth, 292 You shudder as you think upon th' carnage of the grim report, 137 FOOTNOTES: [1] This was the first song published in the South during the war. [2] The Rebel ram. [3] A writer, describing the siege of Vicksburg, gives the following: "The meal issued to the army was very coarse, and there were no sieves, and the beef, as a general thing, was hardly fit to feed to a dog. Some herds of Texas steers were corraled near the town, lean, gaunt, long-horned, repulsive looking creatures, and every morning the weakest of the herd were slaughtered for the day's rations. In the Twentieth Alabama, each day a company of men could be seen having in their hands long ox-horns, upon which they occasionally blew a mournful blast, as with solemn steps and slow, they bore to a suitable burial place the beef issued to them for that day. Arrived at the spot a hole was dug, the meat was dumped into it, a mound was heaped over it, a funeral oration was said, the ox-horns once more sounded the dolorous requiem, and then the mourners returned to camp, their heads bowed down with grief and sorrow. Upon inquiring what this woeful pageant meant, I was informed that the men were simply engaged in "the burial of _Old Logan_." [4] Colonel J. J. Archer. [5] This thrilling song was circulated _sub rosa_ in New Orleans, and at times almost openly. Its bold and defiant tone shows it to have been written by one who must have suffered greatly at the hands of Butler. [6] The Cotton Supply Association, of Manchester, England. [7] A touching incident occurred in Montgomery at the beginning of the war. A soldier met a lovely and refined lady in the street, and feeling that in such times we are all sisters and brothers, and wishing to do homage to such beauty, he touched his hat and said: "Lady, I'm going to fight for you." "Sir," she instantly replied, "I am going to pray for you." [8] Constitutional Liberty against Oppression--a "Cause" decided many times in the Old World, yet to be taught in the New.