And that youngest surgeon, was he to blame?— He held the lancet-Heaven only knows. No matter; his heart broke all the same, And he laid him down, and never arose. So Death received, in his greedy hand, Two precious coins of the awful price That purchased freedom for this dear landFor master and bondman-yea, bought it twice. Such fates too often such women are for! And mother the children in time of peace. [The strong hold which this song and the three which follow it ("Marching thro' Georgia," "The Battle-Cry of Freedom" and "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp") had upon the favor of the Union soldiers during the war entitles them to insertion here in spite of their lack of poetic merit. The critics, from the time of Mr. Richard Grant White's collection until now, have condemned them as doggerel, but songs that were sung with enthusiasm by all the soldiers of the republic during the dark years of the Civil War cannot he denied the possession of merit, whether criticism is able to recognize it or not.-EDITOR.] ) JOHN BODY. OHN BROWN'S body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, His soul is marching on! Chorus.-Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Glory! Glory Hallelujah! Glory! Glory Hallelujah! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back. His pet lambs will meet him on the way, And they 'll go marching on.-Chorus. They'll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, Now for the Union let's give three rousing cheers, As we go marching on. Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah! RING the good old bugle, boys! we 'll sing another BRIN BR Song Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along- Chorus.-"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee ! Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.-Chorus. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for |