John Williamson Palmer

  • Stonewall Jackson’s Way

    Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails;
      Stir up the camp-fire bright!
    No growling if the canteen fails:
      We ’ll make a roaring night.
    Here Shenandoah brawls along,
    There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
    To swell the Brigade’s rousing song,...

  • For Charlie’s Sake

    The Night is late, the house is still;
    The angels of the hour fulfil
    Their tender ministries, and move
    From couch to couch in cares of love.
    They drop into thy dreams, sweet wife,
    The happiest smile of Charlie’s life,
    And lay on baby’s lips a kiss...

  • Thread and Song

    Sweeter and sweeter,
            Soft and low,
    Neat little nymph,
            Thy numbers flow,
    Urging thy thimble,
    Thrift’s tidy symbol,
    Busy and nimble,
            To and fro;
    Prettily plying
            Thread and song,
    Keeping...

  • The Maryland Battalion

    Spruce macaronis, and pretty to see,
    Tidy and dapper and gallant were we;
    Blooded, fine gentlemen, proper and tall,
    Bold in a fox-hunt and gay at a ball;
    Prancing soldados so martial and bluff,
    Billets for bullets, in scarlet and buff—
    But our...

  • The Fight at the San Jacinto

    “now for a brisk and cheerful fight!”
      Said Harman, big and droll,
    As he coaxed his flint and steel for a light,
      And puffed at his cold clay bowl;
    “For we are a skulking lot,” says he,
      “Of land-thieves hereabout,
    And these bold señores, two to...

  • Stonewall Jackson's Way

    Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails;
        Stir up the camp-fire bright!
    No growling if the canteen fails:
        We ’ll make a roaring night.
    Here Shenandoah brawls along,
    There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
    To swell the Brigade’s rousing song,...