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Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 153
73. the blue coat. The following ballad is from the pen of Bishop Burgess, of Maine, and was contributed by him to the book published and sold at the Sanitary Fair in Baltimore, under the sanction of the State Fair Association of the women of Maryland: The blue coat of the soldier. You asked me, little one, why I bowed, Though never I passed the man before? Because my heart was full and proud When I saw the old blue coat he wore. The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. I knew not, I, what weapon he chose, What chief he followed, what badge he wore; Enough that in the front of foes His country's blue great-coat lie wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps he was born in a forest hut, Perhaps he had danced on a palace-floor; To want or wealth my eyes were shut, I only marked the coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. It mattered not much if he drew his line From Shem or Ham, in the days of yore; For surely he was a brother of mine, Who for my
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 153
73. the blue coat. The following ballad is from the pen of Bishop Burgess, of Maine, and was contributed by him to the book published and sold at the Sanitary Fair in Baltimore, under the sanction of the State Fair Association of the women of Maryland: The blue coat of the soldier. You asked me, little one, why I bowed, Though never I passed the man before? Because my heart was full and proud When I saw the old blue coat he wore. The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coait long, and borne it far; And perhaps on the red Virginian shore, From midnight chill till the morning-star, That worn great-coat the sentry wore. The blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more
Dunavant (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 153
uess a spot so foul On the honored coat he bravely wore. The blue great-coat, etc. He had worn it long, and borne it far; And perhaps on the red Virginian shore, From midnight chill till the morning-star, That worn great-coat the sentry wore. The blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the ground the coat that he wore.
Maine (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 153
73. the blue coat. The following ballad is from the pen of Bishop Burgess, of Maine, and was contributed by him to the book published and sold at the Sanitary Fair in Baltimore, under the sanction of the State Fair Association of the women of Maryland: The blue coat of the soldier. You asked me, little one, why I bowed, Though never I passed the man before? Because my heart was full and proud When I saw the old blue coat he wore. The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. I knew not, I, what weapon he chose, What chief he followed, what badge he wore; Enough that in the front of foes His country's blue great-coat lie wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps he was born in a forest hut, Perhaps he had danced on a palace-floor; To want or wealth my eyes were shut, I only marked the coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. It mattered not much if he drew his line From Shem or Ham, in the days of yore; For surely he was a brother of mine, Who for my
Gettysburgh (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 153
untain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the ground the coat that he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or stood at Gettysburgh, where the graves Rang deep to Howard's cannon roar; Or saw with Grautt the unchained waves Where conquering hosts the blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. That garb of honor tells enough, Though [ its story guess no more; The heart it covers is made of such stuff, That coat is mail which that soldier wore. The blue great-coat, etc. He may hang it up when the peace shall come, And the moths may find it behind the door; But his children will point, when they hear a drum, To the proud
Burnside (search for this): chapter 153
swore; But I would not guess a spot so foul On the honored coat he bravely wore. The blue great-coat, etc. He had worn it long, and borne it far; And perhaps on the red Virginian shore, From midnight chill till the morning-star, That worn great-coat the sentry wore. The blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the groun
Kearny (search for this): chapter 153
y wore. The blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the ground the coat that he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or stood at Gettysburgh, where the graves Rang deep to Howard's cannon roar; Or saw with Grautt the unchained waves Where conquering hosts the blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. That garb of honor tells
Banks (search for this): chapter 153
e great-coat, etc. He had worn it long, and borne it far; And perhaps on the red Virginian shore, From midnight chill till the morning-star, That worn great-coat the sentry wore. The blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the ground the coat that he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or stood at Gettysburgh, where the gr
Pope (search for this): chapter 153
e blue great-coat, etc. When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun no more lie wore The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps in the swamps was a bed for his form, From the seven days battling and marching sore, Or with Kearny and Pope 'mid the steelly storm, As the night closed in, that coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or when right over, as Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed, He flung to the ground the coat that he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Or stood at Gettysburgh, where the graves Rang deep to Howard's cannon roar; Or saw with Grautt the unchained waves Where conquering hosts the blue coat wore. The blue great-coat, etc. That garb of honor tells enough, T
Burgess (search for this): chapter 153
73. the blue coat. The following ballad is from the pen of Bishop Burgess, of Maine, and was contributed by him to the book published and sold at the Sanitary Fair in Baltimore, under the sanction of the State Fair Association of the women of Maryland: The blue coat of the soldier. You asked me, little one, why I bowed, Though never I passed the man before? Because my heart was full and proud When I saw the old blue coat he wore. The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. I knew not, I, what weapon he chose, What chief he followed, what badge he wore; Enough that in the front of foes His country's blue great-coat lie wore. The blue great-coat, etc. Perhaps he was born in a forest hut, Perhaps he had danced on a palace-floor; To want or wealth my eyes were shut, I only marked the coat he wore. The blue great-coat, etc. It mattered not much if he drew his line From Shem or Ham, in the days of yore; For surely he was a brother of mine, Who for my
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