SONGS OF AMERICA 
 
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 A Collection of 
 
 PATRIOTIC AND NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Compiled and Arranged 
 
 V Especially for Use 
 
 in the 
 
 School and Home 
 
 ARTHUR J. ME ALAND 
 Supervisor of Music in the Public Schools of 
 Greenfield and Amherst, Mass* 
 
 Greenfield, Mass. 
 
 The Recorder Press 
 1908 
 
 UMIVMTYliBRARY 
 
 I. liNlVi'RSlTY OY NORT} I CAROLINA 
 
 ATaiAPHimi 
 
Copyright 1907 
 
 A. J. Mb AT. AND AHD H. C, PARSONS 
 Gbkbnfield, Mass. 
 
 U. S. A. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS 
 
 Patriotic Songs 
 
 Pag* 
 
 America. 9 
 
 Battle Cry of Freedom—“Eally Bound the Flag”. 8 
 
 Battle Hymn of the Republic. 11 
 
 Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean—The Bed, White and Blue. 16 
 
 Dixie’s Land. 18 
 
 Flag of the Free. 5 
 
 Hail, Columbia. 12 
 
 Maryland, My Maryland. 14 
 
 Star Spangled Banner. 7 
 
 Yankee Doodle. 19 
 
 Home Songs 
 
 Home, Sweet Home. 28 
 
 My Old Kentucky Home. ^ 
 
 Old Folks at Home—“S’wanee Biver”. 26 
 
 The Dearest Spot on Earth. 24 
 
 Miscellaneous Songs 
 
 Annie Laurie. 29 
 
 Auld Lang Syne. 28 
 
 Juanita. 28 
 
 Landing of the Pilgrims—“The Breaking Waves Dashed High”. 21 
 
 Massa’s in the Cold, Cold Ground. 82 
 
 The Oaken Bucket. 26 
 
 Old Black Joe. 20 
 
 Soldier’s Farewell. 31 
 
 Stars of the Summer Night. 31 
 
 Sweet and Low. 36 
 
 Vacant Chair. 27 
 
 Historical Sketches 
 
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 America. ® 
 
 Battle Hymn of the Republic. 10 
 
 Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean!.. 14 
 
 Home, Sweet Home. 28 
 
 In Praise of the Flag. « 
 
 Lincoln’s Address at Gettysburg. 10 
 
 ! Lincoln’s Other Addresses—Extracts from. 10 
 
 Origin of Yankee Doodle— V erses. 18 
 
 Our National Emblem. ^ 
 
 I The Star Spangled Banner. ® 
 
 ^ The Story of Hail, Columbia. 13 
 
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 Our National Emblem. 
 
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 Origin. 
 
 We are indebted to an English gentleman, Edward W. Tuffley, Esq., for the most 
 trustworthy and authentic history of the origin of our Stars and Stripes. He dis¬ 
 covered our National Emblem to have been designed from the coat of arms of the 
 Washington family. When the Americans, in their most righteous revolt against the 
 './ranny of the mother country, cast about for an ensign with which to distinguish 
 J^hemselves from their English oppressors, they adopted a modification of the old Eng¬ 
 lish coat of arms borne by Washington, their leader and deliverer, and they paid a 
 well-merited compliment to the “Father of his Country ” when they adopted the arms 
 and crest of his family. From the red and white bars and the stars of his shield, and 
 from the raven issuant of his crest, the framers of the Constitution gained the idea of 
 the Stars and Stripes and the spread eagle of our National Emblem. 
 
 History. 
 
 It is a fact not generally known that, although the United States is the youngest of 
 the great nations of the world, its flag is older than that of any other nation. 
 
 Our First National Flag, June 14, 1777. 
 
 On June 14, 1777, Congress adopted the resolution that the flag of the thirteen 
 United States, be thirteen stripes, alternating red and white, and that the Union be 
 thirteen stars, white in a blue field. This is the first recorded legislative action for the 
 adoption of a natio 7 ial flag, and it was the first Emblem to be officially recognized by 
 the thirteen States of the Union. The 14th day of June, therefore, is known as Flag 
 Day and was first observed as such in 1893. 
 
 Our Flag of To-day. 
 
 By an act of Congress, April 4, 1818, the Flag of the United States was estab¬ 
 lished. By this act, it was provided that the thirteen alternate red and white stripes of 
 the orignal flag of 1777 should represent the thirteen original states, and that each 
 new state thereafter admitted to the Union should be represented by the addition of a 
 star. The additional stars on our flag of to-day mark the increase of the states since 
 that time. 
 
 At the beginning of, and during the Civil War, there was not a thread of American 
 bunting in existence. All bunting flags were made from English bunting. Gen. Ben. 
 F. Butler of Lowell, Mass., was the first manufacturer of American bunting, and Feb. 
 21, 1866, he presented the first real, genuine American Flag to the United States 
 senate. It was unfurled for the first time, Feb. 24, 1866. 
 
 The distinction of having made the first Flag belongs to Mrs. Betsy Ross of Phil¬ 
 adelphia, Pa., who, working under the personal supervision of Gen. Washington, 
 completed her task, June 7, 1777. 
 
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 The author of this soul inspiring lyric, Francis Scott Key, was born Aug. 9, 1780, 
 at Terra Rubra, Carroll County, Maryland, and died in Baltimore, Jan. ii, 1843. 
 Mr. Key was a lawyer by profession, and the song which has immortalized his name 
 and become national was inspired^ and written by him while a prisoner on board the 
 Minden.” He was witnessing the bombardment of Fort McHenry, Md., by the British, 
 between midnight and dawn of Sept. 13, 1814, and the scene made his heartsick with 
 anxiety. The warm patriotism breathed in the song is not the offspring of fancy or 
 mere sentiment or of poetic imagination. He describes what he actually saw in the 
 dim light of the morning, and tells how he felt when he could ^ot see the flag through 
 the smoke of battle, and what .his feelings were when the battle was over and the viC” 
 tory won by his countrymen. Evety word came warm from his throbbing heart and 
 filled his soul with thankfulness to the Divine hand that turned the tide of battle for 
 Liberty. 
 
 The song was first published Sept. 21, 1814, in the Baltimore American, and imme¬ 
 diately caught the popular fancy. The music, to which it was at once adapted, is an 
 old French air, long known in England as “Anacreon,” and afterwards in America as 
 Adams and Liberty.” 
 
 The following verse (5th) was later added to the 6ong by Dr. O. W. Holmes: 
 
 5 When our land is illumined with Liberty’s smile, 
 
 If a foe from within strike a blow at her glory, 
 
 Down, down with the traitor that dares to defile 
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 By the millions unchain’d who our birthright have gain’d, 
 
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 And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave, 
 
 While the land of the free is the home of the brave! 
 
 In Praise of the Flag* 
 
 *‘I rejoice in nothing more than in this movement, recently so prominently 
 developed, of placing a starry banner above every school house. I have been charged 
 with too sentimental appreciation of the flag. I will not enter upon any defence. God 
 pity the American citizen who does not love it, who does not see in it the story of our 
 great free institutions, and the hope of the home as well as the nation.” Benjamin 
 Harrison. • 
 
 “ We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the 
 music of the Union.” Rtifus Choate. 
 
 “ We believe that we have a government and flag worth fighting for, atod, if need 
 be, dying for.” U. S. Grant. 
 
 “ With patriotism in our hearts and with the flag of our country in the hands of 
 ;Dur children there is no danger of anarchy and there will be no danger to the Union.** 
 Wm, McKinley. 
 
 “ If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the Spot** 
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 If in love for our country you share. 
 
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 “ America ” was written by Rev. S. F. Smith, while a student at Andover Theologi¬ 
 cal Seminary, in 1832. The melody is that of a German hymn, composer unknown^ 
 In some collections of patriotic music, Henry Carey is credited as the composer, while 
 in other collections the credit is given to T. Dwight. The simplicity and easy move¬ 
 ment of the hymn, however, appealed to Mr. Smith and, under the inspiration of the 
 moment, he seized a scrap of waste paper and put upon it in less than half an hour the 
 verses substantially as they stand today. The young student had no idea at the time 
 how much he had done for his country. 
 
 The hymn was first sung at a children’s Fourth of July celebration in Park Street 
 Church, Boston, in 1832. It has since been sung in every country of the world, the la¬ 
 test translation being into the Hebrew. To quote the words of Mr. Smith, “ I rejoice 
 if the expression of my own sentiments and convictions still finds an answering chord 
 in the hearts of my countrymen.” 
 
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Lincoln's Address at Gettysburg. 
 
 President Lincoln’s address, when the National Cemetery at Gettysburg, Pa., was 
 dedicated November 19, 1863, was in these memorable words: 
 
 “ Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a 
 new Nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are 
 created equal. 
 
 Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that Nation, or any. 
 Nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. 
 
 We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come here to dedicate a 
 portion of that field,as a final resting place for those wdro here gave their lives that that 
 Nation might live. 
 
 It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 
 
 But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, w^e cannot hallow 
 this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated 
 it far above our power to add or detract. 
 
 The world will little note, or long remember, what we say here ; but it can never 
 forget what they did here. 
 
 It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which 
 they who fought here have, thus far, so nobly advanced. 
 
 It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us; that 
 from these honored dead w’e take increased devotion to that cause.for which they gave 
 ' the last full measure of devotion ; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall 
 not have died in vain; that this Nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom ; 
 and that government of the people, by the people and for the people, shall not perish 
 from the earth.” 
 
 Extracts from other Addresses of Lincoln. 
 
 “God must like the common people, or he would not have made so many of them.” 
 
 “ This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it.” 
 
 “I appeal to you again to constantly bear in mind that with you — the people—, 
 and not with politicians, not with Presidents, not with office seekers, but with you, is 
 the question; shall the Union, and shall the liberties of the country be preserved to the 
 latest generation.” 
 
 “With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God 
 gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in ; to bind up the 
 '-Nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow 
 and orphans; to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among 
 ourselves and with all nations.” 
 
 Battle Hymn of the Republic. 
 
 This song was inspired by a visit of Mrs. Howe to the soldiers’ camps around 
 Washington, gathered for the defence of the Capitol, early in the Civil War. The 
 composer of the music is unknown. 
 
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 Origin of the Tune, “ The President’s March.” 
 
 In 1798, Professor Phyla, a local band leader, hearing that General Washington 
 was to be inaugurated in New York, visited the committee having the arrangements in 
 charge and asked that his band be given the honor of leading the procession. His 
 request was granted. Highly elated at his success, he returned to his home, where, 
 under the inspiration of the moment, he composed the tune which he named “ The 
 President’s Match.” ' It was played in public for the first time while his band was 
 escorting the procession to the Sub Treasury, where Washington took the oath of 
 office. 
 
 Origin of the '"Song, “ Hail, Columbia.” 
 
 Shortly after the inauguration of President Washington, a war with France was 
 thought to be inevitable. Patriotic spirit was high among all classes. In Philadel¬ 
 phia, a young man who had some talent as a singer announced a benefit to be given 
 in one of the local theatres. He was acquainted with Judge Hopkinson, and, being 
 discouraged at his prospect of success, called on him and stated that if he could get a 
 patriotic song adapted to the tune of “The President’s March,”then quite popular, he 
 might depend on a large audience. The Judge replied that he would try to furnish 
 one. The next afternoon the young man called again and the text was handed him. 
 The song, being advertised, attracted an audience that filled the theatre to excess, and, 
 after being sung, was repeatedly encored, the audience joining later in'the chorus. It 
 was sung in the streets by large assemblies"of citizens, including Members of Congress, 
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 was published in 1843. Though the name and idea seem to have originated with 
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 Thomas A. Beckett, an Englishman. It was sung for the first time in the fall of 1843^ 
 at the Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, Pa. 
 
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 hoe it down and scratch your grav-el. To Dix - ie’s land I’m bound to trav-el, 
 
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 This time-honored song seems to be a musical vagabond and is wrapt in obscurity. 
 While Yankee Doodle is national property, it is not a literary treasure. No true born 
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 In May, 1755, the British army lay encamped on the east bank of the Hudson 
 river, awaiting reinforcements. During the month of June, the motley crowd of raw 
 recruits poured into camp, each man differently armed and equipped from his neigh* 
 bors. They presented a spectacle that greatly amused the British officers, and one of 
 them, Dr. Shuchburg, a joke-loving surgeon, gravely dedicated this song to them. To 
 the great amusement of the British the joke took and the song seemed to be the exclu¬ 
 sive property of the British. Twenty-six years later, however,' Cornwallis marched to 
 this same tune into the lines of the Continentals to surrender his sword and his armv. 
 
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 belongs to George P. Morris, who wrote the following lines under the title of “ Origin 
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 The author of this beautiful song, John Howard Payne, was bom in New York City, 
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 HOME, SWEET HOME. 
 
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 ANNIE LAURIE. 
 
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