Here's another set of Civil War lyrics that didn't really catch on.

Raise up the banner, let if float wide and free
Over every valley, every hill and every sea;
Victory shall crown it wherever it may be
As they go marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Hurrah, hip, hip, hurrah!

Friends of the Union, let us sing, one and all,
Cheering those who volunteer at our country's call;
Fighting for the banner that never shall fall
As they go marching on!

The camp song version I learned in the middle of another century were: John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
And they rubbed it with camphorated oil.

I guess that shows the state of the medical arts when I was young.

rich r