Lyr Req: Bear Gently, So Gently, the Roughly Made

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SOUTHRON'S CHAUNT OF DEFIANCE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Feb 04 - 12:54 AM

Copied from http://www.pdmusic.org/civilwar/cws07.txt

"THE SOUTHRON'S CHAUNT OF DEFIANCE" (1861)
Words by a Lady of Kentucky
Music by Armand Edwand Blackmar

1.
You can never win us back;
Never! Never!
Tho' we perish in the track
of your endeavor;
Tho' our corpses strew the earth
Smiling now on our birth,
And tho' blood polute each hearth
Now and ever!

CHORUS
You can never win us back;
Never! Never!
Tho' we perish in the track
Of your endeavor;
Tho' our corpses strew the earth
Smiling now on our birth,
And tho' blood polute each hearth
Now and ever!

2.
We have risen to a man,
Stern and fearless;
Of your curses, of your ban,
We are careless.
Ev'ry hand is on its knife,
Ev'ry gun is primed for strife.
Ev'ry palm contains a Life
High and peerless.

CHORUS
We have risen to a man,
Stern and fearless;
Of your curses, of your ban,
We are careless.
Ev'ry hand is on its knife,
Ev'ry gun is primed for strife.
Ev'ry palm contains a Life
High and peerless.

3.
You have no such blood as our
For the shedding;
In the veins of Cavaliers
Was its heading!
You have no such stately men
In you abolution den
Marching through foe and fen,
Nothing dreading!

CHORUS
You have no such blood as our
For the shedding;
In the veins of Cavaliers
Was its heading!
You have no such stately men
In you abolution den
Marching through foe and fen,
Nothing dreading!

4.
We may fall before the fire
Of your legions,
Paid with gold for murderous hire,
Bought allegiance;
But for every drop you shed,
You shall have a mound of dead,
So that vultures may be fed
In our regions!

CHORUS
We may fall before the fire
Of your legions,
Paid with gold for murderous hire,
Bought allegiance;
But for every drop you shed,
You shall have a mound of dead,
So that vultures may be fed
In our regions!

5.
But the battle to the strong
Is not given,
While the Judge of right and wrong
Sits in Heaven
And the God of David still
Guides the pebble in His will,
There are giants yet to kill,
Wrongs unshriven!

CHORUS
But the battle to the strong
Is not given,
While the Judge of right and wrong
Sits in Heaven
And the God of David still
Guides the pebble in His will,
There are giants yet to kill,
Wrongs unshriven!

Subject: Add: BEAR GENTLY, SO GENTLY, THE ROUGHLY MADE BIER
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Feb 04 - 12:49 AM

Copied from http://www.pdmusic.org/civilwar/cws23.txt

To Miss Maria Still.
"BEAR GENTLY, SO GENTLY, THE ROUGHLY MADE BIER" (1864)
(or "Burial at Camp")
A Touching Ballad.
Words by Mrs. E. A. B. Mitchell
Music by Chr. Mathias

1.
Bear gently, so gently the roughly made bier,
Perchance the freed spirit is hovering near,
Then let her last tributes of tenderness prove
The truth of your homage, the depth of your love,
Now halt be the graveside, the coffin lid raise;
Once more on your comrade in mute sorrow gaze;
How calmly he sleeps in his blanket all gore,
His sword by his side--ah he'll need it no more,
His sword by his side--ah he'll need it no more.

2.
Draw near ye, the truest, the freest from guile,
And kiss the cold lips that will never more smile;
For that dear mother's sake, who will gratefully bless;
From the damp clotted hair, sever one precious tress,
And then the lid softly but, firmly replace;
Great God! there is one that to look on that face,
And there there by his side in that coffin to lie,
Would willingly, cheefully, happily die,
Would willingly, cheefully, happily die.

3.
Ay linger one moment in silence to pray,
For those who will sorrow far away;
For her will read o'er the list of the lost;
Allay what deep sorrow doth history cost!
But lower down carefully into the grave
The brother so kind and the soldier so brave;
There, lay the turf lightly above his calm breast,
And leave him with God until judgement to rest!
And leave him with God until judgement to rest!

4.
And while o'er his form peals the loud booming gun,
Remember that he hath his last battle won--
Hath conquered the foe bravest may dread,
And the crown of the victor shall rest on his head.
Then on unto battle undaunted again,
Nor think ye one here hath fallen in vain;
The blood of each martyr cries loudly to God,
And traitors shall bow 'neath his almighty rod,
And traitors shall bow 'neath his almighty rod.

Subject: RE: Need lyrics: Bear Gently, So Gently, the Roug
From: Joe Offer
Date: 08 Jan 99 - 03:52 PM

Hi, Noel, search for "Chaunt" at the Levy Sheet Music Collection (click me) and you'll find one of your songs. The UTK Songbook Index says that "Bear Gently" is in the CIVIL WAR SONG BOOK by Crawford, but I don't have that songbook.
-Joe Offer-

Subject: Need lyrics: Bear Gently .. & Southron's Chaunt..
From: Noel Barrett
Date: 08 Jan 99 - 02:32 PM

I need the lyrics of the American Civil War song, 'Bear Gently, So Gently, the Roughly Made Bier,' by E.A.B. Mitchell and Chr. Mathias.

Also the lyrics of, 'The Southron's Chaunt of Defiance,' from the same era, by A.E. Blackmar.

Thanks, Noel