The street ballad did not exist in the South, so far as I can discover, and the popular song-books were very few in comparison with those of the North. There were some, however, printed on discolored paper and with worn-out type. Among them were The New Confederate Flag Songster, S. C. Griggs, Mobile; The General Lee Songster, John C. Schreiner & Son, Macon and Savannah; The Jack Morgan Songster, compiled by a captain in General Lee's army; and Songs of Love and Liberty, compiled by a North Carolina lady, Raleigh, 1864. Like the Northern song-books, they contained an admixture of the popular negro melodies with the songs of the war, and there are but few instances of any genuine and native expression. The song which gave the title to The Jack Morgan Songster, however, has a good deal of force and vigor, and was evidently written by the camp fire. It is entitled Three Cheers for our Jack Morgan:-- The snow is in the cloud, And night is gathering o'er us, The winds are piping loud, And fan the flame before us. Then join the jovial band, And tune the vocal organ, And with a will we 'll all join in Three cheers for our Jack Morgan. Chorus. Gather round the camp fire, Our duty has been done, Let's gather round the camp fire And have a little fun. Let's gather round the camp fire, Our duty has been done, 'T was done upon the battle field, Three cheers for our Jack Morgan. Jack Morgan is his name, The peerless and the lucky; No dastard foe can tame The son of old Kentucky. His heart is with his State, He fights for Southern freedom; His men their General's word await, They 'll follow where he 'll lead 'em. He swore to free his home, To burst her chains asunder, With sound of trump and drum And loud Confederate thunder. And in the darksome night, By light of homesteads burning, He puts the skulking foe to flight, Their hearts to wailings turning. The dungeon, dark and cold, Could not his body prison, Nor tame a spirit bold That o'er reverse had risen. Then sing the song of joy, Our toast is lovely woman, And Morgan he's the gallant boy To plague the hated foeman.