From Anecdotes Poetry and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865. collected and arranged by Frank Moore (New York: Publication Office, Bible House, 1867), page 180-181:


WAIFS AND ESTRAYS.—After the retreat of Shelby's force from Boonville, Mo. A small bundle of papers was picked up on the street, left there by some systematic and sentimental Confederate in his hasty flight. First among the bundle was the log-book, containing a succinct diary of events, belonging to a rebel soldier....

THE NEW RIVER SHOOR—A BALLAD.

1. At the foot of yon Montain wher fountain do flow,
there is music to entertain me whar Plesent wind blow;
there I spide a fair Damsel, a girl I a doar,
as she was a Walking on the new river Shoar.

[That's enough of that! It's too hard to type—my Autocorrect keeps correcting it, and it's not worth the trouble to change it back. From here on I will use standard spelling. Anyway, the following will be easier to find with a search engine.--JD]

THE NEW RIVER SHORE—A BALLAD.

1. At the foot of yon mountain where fountains do flow,
There is music to entertain me where pleasant winds blow;
There I spied a fair damsel, a girl I adore,
As she was a-walking on the New River shore.

2. I asked her right kindly could she fancy me
Although my fortune is not great. "That's nothing," said she.
"Your beauty is enough and it is you I adore.
And it is you I will marry on the New River shore."

3. As soon as her old father, this same came to hear,
He swore he would deprive me of my dearest dear.
He sent me away where loud cannon do roar
And left my dear true love on the New River shore.

4. She wrote me a letter, and in this letter, these lines,
And in this letter, these words you may find:
"Come back, my dear jewel, for it is you I adore
And it is you I will marry on the New River shore."

5. I perused this letter; I perused it most sad.
There was none in that company could make my heart glad.
I drew out my broadsword and onward did go
To meet my dear true love on the New River shore.

6. As soon as her old father, the same came to hear,
He swore he would deprive me of my dearest dear.
He raised him an army full twenty or more,
To fight a young soldier on the New River shore.

7. I drew out my broadsword and wavered [sic] it round.
[There seems to be a line missing here.]
"There is no use, my little army, that you all know,
To fight a young soldier on the New River shore."

8. So hard is the conquest of all womankind!
They always have ruled; they['re?] always confined.
They have children to squall and a husband to scold,
Makes many young lasses look weathered and old.

—W. H. L. [=William H. Landreth]


[The above-cited book contains a wealth of information for re-enactors and collectors of Civil-War songs, etc.]