Does anyone know a song that will best describe the life of a soldier during the civil war?

Question

its for a school project :] thank you

Answer 1

Hi there. Do you have Napster? If not sign up for Napster Lite and I'll send you several. You certainly don't want "The Night They Shoot Old Dixie Down" that is a modern song. "Good Ole Rebel" is good but I think your teacher is looking for something that shows the average soldier, so lets look at some of the cuts by Bobby Horton:

Southern Birthright
They Laid Waste to Our Land
Hoods Ole Brigade
I Love to be a Soldier

If you ever have a question about the War write me a [e-mail].

God Bless You and The Southern People.

Answer 2

try the link below- it is fabulous! I have had it for many years, they have a huge library of songs from history, real ones, lyrics and hehehe midis- but it is extremely historically accurate information and quite interesting. hope you enjoy it as much as I do- good luck on your project!
here is a list of civil war era songs they have:
Civil War
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Bonnie Blue Flag
Darling Nelly Gray
Dear Evelina, Sweet Evelina
Dixie
The Drinking Gourd
Garry Owen
The Girl I Left Behind Me (1)
The Girl I Left Behind Me (2)
John Brown's Body
The Sword of Bunker Hill
Tenting Tonight
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! (Confederate Lyrics)
The Vacant Chair
When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Post Civil War
Eight Hours
Grandfather's Clock
Hard is the Fortune
I'll Take You Home Kathleen
The Jam on Gerry's Rocks
The Mulligan Guard
The Oxen Song
Sweet Rosie O'Grady
My Wild Irish Rose
Pretty Saro
Silver Dagger
The Tarpaulin Jacket
Unreconstructed Rebel

Answer 3

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (by the Wallflowers)

Answer 4

Try "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" originally by The Band, but I prefer the version by Joan Baez.

Answer 5

"Just Before the Battle Mother" old song from the civil war time.

Answer 6

I don't no about a song that discribes the life
but mark shultz has a song "letters from war" and it is a very good song
mother and her son and her son goes away to war and they write letters to each other

kelly

Answer 7

Hard to know where to begin. here are a few.
Good luck.


1. Oh, I'm a good old Rebel,
Now that's just what I am;
;For this "fair land of Freedom"
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fit against it-
I only wish we'd won.
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.

2. I hates the Constitution,
This great Republic too;
I hates the Freedmen's Buro,
In uniforms of blue.
I hates the nasty eagle,
With all his brag and fuss;
But the lyin', thievin' Yankees
I hates' em wuss and wuss.

3. I hates the Yankee nation
and everything they do,
I hates the Declaration
of Independence, too;
I hates the glorious Union
tis drippin' with our blood
I hates their striped banner,
I fit it all I could.


4. I followed Ol' Marsh Roberts
for four years, nearabout,
got wounded in three places
and starved at P'int Lookout:
I cotched the rheumatism
a'campin' in the snow;
but I killed a chance o' Yankees,
I'd like to kill some mo'.

5. Three hundred thousand Yankees
is stiff in Southern dust;
We got three hundred thousand
Befo' they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot;
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.

6. I can't take up my musket
And fight' em now no mo',
But I ain't a-goin' to love' em,
Now that is sartin sho';
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am;
And I won't be reconstructed,
And I do not give a damn.

Here is another one - Mister Here's your Mule.

A Farmer came to camp one day,
With milk and eggs to sell,
Upon a mule who oft would stray,
To where no one could tell.
The Farmer, tired of his tramp,
For hours was made the fool,
By everyone he met in camp,
With "Mister, here's your mule."

chorus:
Come on, come on,
Come on, old man,
And don't be made a fool,
By everyone you meet in camp,
With "Mister, here's your mule."

His eggs and chickens all were gone
Before the break of day,
The "Mule" was heard of all along,
That's what the soldiers say.
And still he hunted all day long,
Alas! the witless fool,
Whil'st every man would sing the song
Of "Mister, here's your mule."

chorus

The soldiers ran in laughing mood,
On mischief were intent;
They lifted "Muley" on their back,
Around from tent to tent.
Thro' this hole, and that, they push'd
His head, -- And made a rule,
To shout with humerous voices all,
I say" "Mister, here's your mule!"

chorus

Alas! one day the mule was miss'd,
Ah! who could tell his fate?
The Farmer like a man bereft,
Search'd early and search'd late,
And as he pass'd from camp to camp
With stricken face -- the fool
Cried out to everyone he met,
Oh! "Mister, where's my Mule."


Tramp Tramp Tramp ( Union Prisoner of war song )

In the prison cell I sit, thinking Mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
And the tears, they fill my eyes 'spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

chorus:

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
Cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved home.

In the battle front we stood, when their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er.


So within the prison cell we are waiting for the day
That shall come to open wide the iron door,
And the hollow eye grows bright, and the poor heart almost gay,
As we think of seeing home and friends once more.

Hard Crackers :
Let us close our game of poker,
take our tin cups in our hand
As we all stand by the cook's tent door
As dried monies of hard crackers are handed to each man.
O, hardcrackers, come again no more!

chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry:
"Hardcrackers, hardcrackers, come again no more.
"Many days you have lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hardcrackers, come again no more!

'Tis a hungry, thirsty soldier who wears his life away
In torn clothes--his better days are o'er.
And he's sighing now for whiskey in a voice as dry as hay,
"O, hardcrackers, come again no more!"

chorus

'Tis the wail that is heard in camp both night and day,
'Tis the murmur that's mingled with each snore.
'Tis the sighing of the soul for spring chickens far away,
"O, hardcrackers, come again no more!"

chorus

But to all these cries and murmurs, there comes a sudden hush
As frail forms are fainting by the door,
For they feed us now on horse feed that the cooks call mush!
O, hardcrackers, come again once more!

final chorus:
'Tis the dying wail of the starving:
"O, hardcrackers, hardcrackers, come again once more!
" You were old and very wormy, but we pass your failings o'er.
O, hardcrackers, come again once more!

And here is an Irish ballad that was known in the navies of the North and South

Fiddler's Green.

As I went a walking one evening so rare
To view the still waters and taste the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
Sayin', "Take me away boys, my time is not long.

Chorus
Wrap me up in me oil skins and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm takin' a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on fiddler's green."

Now fiddler's green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away.

Chorus

Where the weather is fair and there's never a gale
Where the fish jump on board with a swish of their tail
You lie at your leisure there's no work to do
While the skipper's below makin' tea for the crew.

Chorus

I don't need a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rollin' sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
And the wind in the riggin' will sing me this song.

Chorus

Answer 8

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Answer 9

Try the following link.


http://pabucktail.com/songs.htm

Answer 10

Don't really know if it's appropriate, but try "Fernando" by Abba