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HISTORY of JEROME TOWNSHIP, UNION COUNTY, OHIO
Curry, W. L. : Columbus, Ohio: Press of the E. T. Miller Co.
1913

SONGS OF WAR TIME
By W. L. Curry

     The music that inspires soldiers during war is not confined to the shrill fife, the rattling drum and thrilling bugle.  While many a soldier on the weary march, almost ready to drop from exhaustion, has been cheered and enthused by drum and bugle, yet the old patriotic war songs sung in camp and on the march served as a tonic that buoyed the soldier up to new effort when overcome by hunger and fatigue.
     Some writer has said, "Let me write the songs of a nation and I care not who makes the laws."  In times of war it is remarkable what an influence music has upon the soldiers.  The Russians chant their hymns as they are led to battle, as did the Boers in the recent war with England.  The French army marches to battle singing the Marseillaise hymn. The German sings "The Watch on the Rhine," while the Englishman is wild with enthusiasm when he hears "God Save the Queen."  The soldiers of the Union army during the Civil War were cheered when in camp, on the march, and on the battle line by many war songs which still touch a chord in the memory of every soldier and patriotic citizen.
     In the great crises of a nation, men seem to be born for any emergency ; not only great generals are produced to lead the armies in case of war, but men great in oratory, literature and poetry come from all the walks of life.  So it was when the Civil War began. Generals, orators, men of literary genius and poets were ready to take their places as actors in the great drama of the sanguinary struggle to follow.
     In the beginning we had few patriotic or war songs that appealed to our people both old and young.  Following the attempt of John Brown to arouse the whole nation by inciting an uprising of the slaves at Harper's Ferry, Virginia, came the song echoing all over the Northland, "John Brown's Body Lies Mouldering in the Grave, and His Soul Is Marching On." The melody of this old song had the right rhythm and swing for marching, and it was sung by the soldiers more than any other song during the war.  How well the thrill of these old songs is remembered by the veterans of the war, and the wives, the sisters, and any of the
fathers or mothers who may yet survive.
     The smoke had scarcely risen from the battered walls of Fort Sumter when all over the land was heard "Hail Columbia," "My Country, 'Tis of Thee," "The Red, White and Blue," and "The Star-Spangled Banner."

"Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light.
     What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
     O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air.
     Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there."

    The rattle of the war drums and the sharp ringing notes of the bugle were heard in every village, hamlet and city, and the boys were marching away gaily with measured
step to the wild music.
     Then came "Rally 'Round the Flag" ringing from every hilltop and through every valley in the North.  It was written by eGorge F. Root and sung by every man, woman and child as their fathers, husbands, brothers and sweethearts marched away.

"Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys,
We'll rally once again.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom."

     I remember most vividly the first time I heard that inspiring song. I had been taken prisoner and was on parole at Camp Chase in the autumn of 1862.  Happening in
the city of Columbus one evening, I was attracted to the old Buckeye Hotel, located where the Chamber of Commerce now stands, by sounds of merry making in that historic old hostelry.  There I found a number of my young friends celebrating in their new uniforms, as a number of them had just been promoted to lieutenancies in their several
regiments.  They were singing "Rally 'Round the Flag"

 

with great enthusiasm and it was very inspiring.  I joined in the chorus and we marched out Broad Street to High, and down High to Town and back again, singing as we
marched, followed by a great crowd—even the policemen, who always looked askance at soldiers making a noise on the streets, joined in the march and shouts of applause.
     When the call was issued by President Lincoln for 300,000 men, there came another song, so appropriate, written by J. S. Adams:

"We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more,
From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore;
We leave our plow and workshops, our wives and children dear.
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear;
We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before,
We are coming. Father Abra'am, three hundred thousand more."

     Three hundred thousand more were singing "Tenting To-night," written by Walter Kittridge, a New England soldier.

"Many are the hearts that are weary tonight
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts, looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old camp ground."
While the carnage of war was still raging, there came
that pathetic, home-sick song by George F. Root, sung by
the boys around the campfires on the eve of battle, when
the lines were forming:
"Just before the battle. Mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching.
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave around me lying.
Filled with thot's of home and God;
For well they know that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod."

     The battle had ended and many of the boys had fallen in the wild charge.  Those who survived wrote to the dear ones in the Northland the sad tidings of suffering and death, and then could be heard softly and sweetly wafted through the waving pines
:
"Do they miss me at home, do they miss me,
'Twould be an assurance most dear
To know at this moment some loved one
Were saying, I wish he were here;
To feel that the group at the fire-side,
Were thinking of me as I roam,
Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure
To know that they miss me at home."

     When the sad news came from the boys on the battle lines, then could be heard in the homes the pathetic answer:

"We shall meet, but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him.
While we breathe our evening prayer.
When a year ago we gathered
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden cord is severed
And our hopes in ruin lie."

     The most inspiring poem of the war was "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," written by Julia Ward Howe.  It is related that she spent an evening in the camps along the Potomac River; returning to her home, she awakened before daybreak and, in the dawn, wrote that wonderful poem in an hour.
     During the great battle summer of 1864, when the Army of the Potomac under Grant was fighting through the Wilderness, and Sherman's Army was driving the Confederates through the mountain passes and across the rivers of Northern Georgia, there came from the prison pens that song of hope and confidence:

"Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
Cheer up comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag,
We will breathe the air again
Of the freeland in our beloved home."

     There were many other war songs, among which may be named "Brave Battery Boys," "Kingdom Coming," "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," and a few other pathetic songs.

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