The Blue And The Gray
(A Civil War Medley)

Arranged by Joseph W. Jenkins
Performed by The Cadet Glee Club, 1960
Rexford Good '60, Accompanist

When Johnny Comes Marching Home (Blue)
When Johnny comes marching home. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies, they will all turn out, And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
For Bales (Gray)
We all went down to New Orleans, For Bales, for Bales; We all went down to New Orleans, For Bales, says I; We all went down to New Orleans To get a peep behind the scenes, "And we'll all drink stone blind, Johnny fill up the bowl."
Rally 'Round the Flag or The Battle Cry of Freedom (Blue)
Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle cry of Freedom, We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. The Union forever, Hurrah! boys, Hurrah! Down with the traitor, up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. The Union forever, Hurrah! boys, Hurrah! Down with the traitor, up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
The Bonnie Blue Flag (Gray)
We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far. "Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!" Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern rights, hurrah!
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp (Blue)
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 freedom in our own beloved home. 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 freedom in our own beloved home.
Yellow Rose of Texas (Gray) (Instrumental)
And now I'm going southward, for my heart is full of woe, I'm going back to Georgia, to see my Uncle Joe. You may talk about your Beauregard, and sing of General Lee, But the gallant Hood of Texas played hell in Tennessee. She's the sweetest little flower this soldier ever knew, Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew; You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosa Lee, But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
The Bowld Soger Boy (Blue and Gray) (Soloists: T. Reed Bennett '60 and James A. Booker '60, baritones)
Oh, there's not a thrade that's going, Worth showing, or knowning, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld soger boy! Where right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe, Will have the hand or toe From the bowld soger boy. There's not a town we march (through) But the ladies looking arch through The window panes will sarch through The ranks to find their joy. While up the street each girl you meet With look so sly will cry, "My eye! Oh, isn't he the darling, The bowld soger boy!"
Cavaliers of Dixie (Gray)
Ye Cavaliers of Dixie! Who guard the Southern shores, Whose standards brave the battle storm Which o'er our border roars Your glorious sabers draw once more, And charge the Northern foe; Where the raging tempests blow, Where the raging tempests blow, And the iron hail in floods descends, And the bloody torrent flow.
All Quiet Along the Potomac (Blue and Gray) (Soloist: Richard T. Schofield III '60, tenor)
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight," Except here and there a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in a thicket; 'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost, only one of the men, Moaning out all alone the death rattle. "All quiet along the Potomac tonight."
I'll Be a Sergeant (Blue) (Soloist: James A. Booker '60, baritone)
I'll be a Sergeant, an orderly Sergeant, I'll be a Sergeant, on that just bet your life; I'll make the boys so sick of drilling on the double quick, They'll be glad to turn in, to dream of a wife. For the girls they must love and adore us, Who fight for the country that bore us, And happy shall we be, if they kiss you and me, When we come marching home. Marching home, marching home, marching home, Marching home to the roll of a drum, When peace shall call us back from the camp and bivouac, And the drum taps, "Marching home."
Kingdom Coming (Blue) (Instrumental)
Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Go long de road sometime dis morning' Like he gwine to leab de place? He seen a smoke, way up de ribber, Whar de Linkum gumboats lay; He took his hat, an' lef' berry sudden An' I 'spec' he's run away! De massa run? ha, ha! De darkey stay? ho, ho! It mus' be now de kingdom comin, An' de year ob Jubilo!
Stonewall Jackson's Way (Gray)
Come, stack arms, men, pile on the rails Stir up the campfire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah crawls along, Here burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the brigade's rousing song, Of "Stonewall Jackson's way." Here Shenandoah crawls along, Here burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the brigade's rousing song, Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."
Touch the Elbow (Blue)
When battle music greets our ear, And guns are sighted on the foe, Then nerve the arm and banish fear, And, comrades, touch the elbow. Touch the elbow, now, my boys, Touch the elbow, touch the elbow, Nerve the arm and banish fear, And, comrades, touch the elbow.
Eating Goober Peas (Gray)
Sitting by the road side on a summer day, Chatting with my messmates, passing time away, Lying in the shadow underneath the trees, Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! eating goober peas! Goodness, how delicious, goodness, how delicious, Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! eating goober peas! Goodness, how delicious, goodness, how delicious, Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!
Tenting on the Old Camp Ground (Blue) (Soloist: James F. Oaks III '61, baritone)
We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground; Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home And friends we love so dear. 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.
Dixie (Gray)
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am no forgotten, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin' Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand, To lib an' die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Battle Hymn of the Republic (Blue)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of His swift and terrible sword: His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Updated February 27, 2003 0900 MST