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Дрожи, буржуй Снова здорово Да, опять, опять

Короче, кому надоело - тот не слушает и не смотрит...

Остальным для затравки - два гимна, две известнейшие песни этой войны.

Dixie to arms! (К оружию, дикси!)

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Southrons, hear ye Country call ye!
Up! Lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
Lo! All the beacon fires are lighted,
Let all hearts be now united!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!

Advance the flag of Dixie!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie's land we take our stand,
To live or die for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
Oh, hear the Northern thunders mutter!
Northern flags and South winds fluter,
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
Send them back your fierce defiance!
Stamp upon the cursed alliance!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!

Advance the flag of Dixie!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie's land we take our stand,
To live or die for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
Fear no danger! Shun no labor!
Lift up rifle, pike, and saber!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
Shoulder press and post to shoulder,
Let the odds make each heart bolder!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!

Advance the flag of Dixie!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie's land we take our stand,
To live or die for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
Then I wish I was in Dixie,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie's land we take our stand,
To live or die in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!

"Дикси" - южане (так же, как "янки" - северяне"). Собственно, и понятно...

The Battle Hymn of the Republic (Боевой гимн республики)

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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 hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
his truth is marching on."

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
his truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

Была у аболиционистов песенка "тело Джона Брауна" (может, потом и запощу). С началом войны взяли мотивчик, переписали текст - и вот, готов гимн. Поют, кстати, до сих пор...

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I'm a Good old rebel (Я добрый старый мятежник)

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Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am.
For this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought agin her,
I only wish we'd won.
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the declaration
Of independence, too;
I hates the glorious union-
'tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. Lee,
For three years, thereabouts.
Got wounded in four places
And starved at Point Lookout.
I caughts the rheumatism
A-camping in the snow.
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some mo'.

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Lie stiff in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot.
I wish they were three millions
Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't going to love 'em,
Now that is certain sure;
I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am,
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.

Злобная песня проигравших конфедератов. "Три сотни тысяч янки на Юге стали прахом - жаль, что не три миллиона...". Старый дон Франсиско подпиуется под каждой строчкой.

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The Bonnie Blue Flag (Прекрасный синий флаг)

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We are a band of brothers and native to the soil
Fighting for our Liberty, With treasure, blood and toil
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!

Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Southern rights, hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

2. As long as the Union was faithful to her trust
Like friends and like brethren, kind were we, and just
But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Chorus

3. First gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand
Then came Alabama and took her by the hand
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Chorus

4. Ye men of valor gather round the banner of the right
Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens statesmen rare
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Chorus

5. Now here's to brave Virginia, the old Dominion State,
With the young Confederacy at last has sealed her fate,
And spurred by her example, now other states prepare
To hoist high the bonnie blue flag that bears a single star.

Chorus

6. Then cheer, boys, cheer, raise a joyous shout
For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out,
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given,
The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.

Chorus

7. Then here's to our Confederacy, strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old we'll fight, our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer,
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.

Chorus

Конфедератская песнь.

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Ну, для разбавки - федератский марш...

Hell On The Wabash - Iron Brigade (Ад на Уобаше - Железная бригада)

"Железная бригада" - одна из самых известных в армии Союза: два полка из Висконсина, один из Мичигана, один из Индианы.

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THE IRISH BRIGADE (Ирландская бригада)

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Listen all ye that hold communion
With Southern Confederates who are bold,
And I will tell you of some men for the Union
Who in northern ranks were enrolled;
They came to Missouri in their glory
And thought at their might we'd be dismayed;
But they soon had a different story
When they met Kelly's Irish Brigade.

CHORUS:
When they met with the Irish Brigade me boys
When they met with the Irish Brigade
Didn't those cowardly Lincolnites tremble
When they met with the Irish Brigade.

They have called us rebels and traitors,
But themselves have thrown off that name of late.
They were called it by the English invaders
At home in the eve of ninety eight
The name to us is not a new one though,
Tis one that shall never degrade
And it's true-hearted Irishmen
In the ranks of Kelly's Irish Brigade.

CHORUS

Well they dare not call us invaders,
'Tis but state rights and liberty we ask;
And Missouri, we will ever defend her,
No matter how hard may be the task.
Then let the Irishmen assemble,
Let the voice of Missouri be obeyed;
And the northern fanatics will tremble
When again they meet Kelly's Irish Brigade.

CHORUS

Конфедератская песнь.

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New York Volunteer (Нью-йоркский доброволец)

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1. 'Twas in the days of the seventy six,
When Freemen young and old,
All fought for Independence then,
Each hero brave and bold!
'Twas then the noble Stars and Stripes
In triumph did appear,
And defended by brave patriots,
The Yankee Volunteers.

chorus:
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer.

2. Now, there's our City Regiments,
Just see what they have done:
The first to offer to the State
To go to Washington,
To protect the Federal Capital
And the flag they love so dear!
And they've done their duty nobly,
Like New York Volunteers.

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3. The Rebels out in Maryland,
They madly raved and swore,
They's let none of our Union troups
Pass through Baltimore;
But the Massachusetts Regiment,
No traitors did they fear;
But found their way to Washington,
Like New York Volunteers.

chorus

Федератская песнь.

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Rose of Alabamy (Алабамская Роза)

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Away from Mississippi's vale,
With my ol' hat there for a sail,
I crossed upon a cotton bale,
To Rose of Alabamy.

Cho: Oh brown Rosie, Rose of Alabamy.
A sweet tobacco posey
Is my Rose of Alabamy.
A sweet tobacco posey
Is my Rose of Alabamy.

I landed on the far sand bank,
I sat upon the hollow plank,
And there I made the banjo twank,
For Rose of Alabamy.

Oh, arter d'rectly bye and bye,
The moon rose white as Rosie's eye,
Den like a young coon out so sly,
Stole Rose of Alabamy.

I said sit down just where you please.
Upon my lap she took her ease.
"It's good to go upon the knees,"
Said Rose of Alabamy.

The river rose; the cricket sang,
The lightnin' bug did flash his wing,
Den like a rope my arms I fling,
'Round Rose of Alabamy.

We hugged how long I cannot tell.
My Rosie seemed to like it well.
My banjo in the river fell.
Oh Rose of Alabamy.

Like alligator after prey,
I jump in but it float away,
And all the while it seem to say,
"Oh Rose of Alabamy."

Now every night come rain or shower,
I hunt that banjo for an hour;
And see my sweet tobacco flower,
Oh Rose of Alabamy.

Oh fare thee well you belles of Spain,
And fare thee well to Liza Jane,
Your charms will all be put to shame,
By Rose of Alabamy

Конфедератская песнь. Роза, точнее Рози - девушка бойца, проживающая в Алабаме ("Алабами" - диалектный вариант, в разных исполнениях встречаются оба произношения). Парень советует ей посеять "сладкий табак" и дожидаться своего "суженова-ряженова"...

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Garry Owen (Гарри Оуэн)

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Original Version:

Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:

Chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.(Chorus)

Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory. (Chorus)

We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin. (Chorus)

Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon 'tis known from whence we came,
where're we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory. (Chorus)

7TH Cavalry Version

We are the pride of the army,
And a regiment of great renown,
Our name's on the pages of history,
From sixty six on down.
If you think we stop or falter,
While into the fray we're goin'
Just watch the step with our heads erect
When our band plays "Garry Owen."

Chorus:
In the Fighting Seventh's the place for me.
It's the cream of all the cavalry;
No other regiment ever can claim
It's pride, honor, glory, and undying fame.

We know no fear when stern duty
Calls us far away from home,
Our country's flag shall sagely o'er us wave,
No matter where we roam.
T'is the gallant Seventh Cavalry,
It matters not where we're goin'
such you'll surely say as we march away,
When our band plays "Garry Owen."
(Chorus)

Then hurrah for our brave commanders!
Who lead us into the fight.
We'll do or die in our country's cause.
And battle for the right.
And when the war is o'er
And to our home we're goin'
Just watch the step, with our head erect,
When our band plays, "Garry Owen."

Ирландская народная песня, ставшая гимном 7-го полка федеральной кавалерии.

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IRISH REBEL SOLDIERS (Ирландские солдаты-мятежники)

Конфедератская песнь.

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Army of the Free (Армия свободы)

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In the army of the Union,
we are marching in the van,
And will do the work before us,
if the bravest soldiers can;
We will drive the Rebel forces
from their strongholds to the sea,
And will live and die together
in the Army of the Free.

cho: Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
We will live and die together
in the Army of the Free.

We may rust beneath inaction,
we may sink beneath disease
The summer sun may scorch us
or the winter's blast may freeze,
But whatever may befall us,
we will let the Rebels see,
The unconquered we shall remain
the Army of the Free,

The Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
Unconquered we shall remain
The Army of the Free.

We are the best division of
a half a million souls,
And only resting on our arms
till the war cry onward rolls;
When our gallant General Porter calls,
why ready we shall be,
To follow him forever
with the Army of the Free,

The Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
We will follow him forever
With the Army of the Free.

We have Butterfield the daring
and we've Martindale the cool,
Where could we learn the art of war
within a better school,
Add Morel to the list of names,
and we must all agree,
We have the finest Generals
in the Army of the Free,

The Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
We have the finest Generals
In the Army of the Free.

Though we live in winter quarters now,
we're waiting but the hour,
When Porter's brave division
shall go forth in all its power,
And when on the field of battle,
fighting we shall be,
We'll show that we cannot disgrace
the Army of the Free,

The Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
We'll show that we cannot disgrace
The Army of the Free,

Then hurrah for our division,
may it soon be called to go,
To add its strength to those who have
advanced to meet the foe;
God bless it, for we know right well,
wherever it may be,
'Twill never fail to honor our great
Army of the Free,

The Army of the Free,
The Army of the Free,
'Twill never fail to honor our great
Army of the Free.

Федератская песнь.