Part 3

By Maj. Charles G. Halpine (Private Miles O'Riley), 47th N.Y. Vol. Inf.

KEY OF C.

There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, And true lovers' knots, I ween. The boys and the girls are bound by a kiss, But there's never a bond, old friend, like this: We have drunk from the same canteen!

The same canteen, my soldier friend, The same canteen; There's never a bond like this: We have drunk from the same canteen!

It was sometimes water and sometimes milk, Sometimes apple-jack as fine as silk; But, whatever the tipple has been, We shared it together in bane or in bliss, And I warn you, friend, when I think of this: We have drunk from the same canteen.

We've shared our blankets and tents together, And marched and fought in all kinds of weather, And hungry and full we've been; Had days of battle and days of rest, But this memory I cling to and love the best: We've drunk from the same canteen.

For when wounded I lay on the outer slope, With my blood flowing fast and but little hope On which my faint spirit might lean, Oh! then, I remember, you crawled to my side, And bleeding so fast it seemed both must have died, We have drunk from the same canteen!

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.

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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 flight, 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; Oh! say, does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses! Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 'Tis the Star Spangled Banner, oh! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation, Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto--"In God is our trust"-- And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

OLD SHADY.

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Oh, yah! yah! darkies laugh wid me, For the white folks say Old Shady's free, So don't you see that the Jubilee Is coming, coming, hail, mighty day!

CHORUS.

Den away, away, for I can't wait any longer! Hooray! hooray! I'm going home.

Oh! massa got scared, and so did his lady, Dis chile breaks for Uncle Aby, Open the gates, out here's Old Shady A coming, coming, hail, mighty day.--CHORUS.

Good-bye, Massa Jeff; good-bye, Miss'r Stephens, 'Scuse dis nigger for takin' his leavens; 'Spect pretty soon you'll hear Uncle Abram's Coming, coming, hail, mighty day.--CHORUS.

Good-bye, hard work, wid neber any pay, I's gwine up North where de good folks say Dat white wheat bread an' a dollar a day Are a coming, coming, hail, mighty day.--CHORUS.

Oh! I've got a wife, and I've got a baby, Living up yonder in upper Canaday; Won't dey laugh when dey see Old Shady Coming, coming, hail, mighty day.--CHORUS.

COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN,

RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.

(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.)

KEY OF G.

Oh! Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, The world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble When borne by the Red, White, and Blue.

CHORUS.