e all often met,
And, when cooked in the old army style,
It has charms we can never forget.

[Illustration: FOURTH CORPS.]

CHORUS.

The German is fond of sauer kraut,
The potato is loved by the Mick,
But the soldiers have long since found out
That thro' life to our beans we should stick.--CHORUS.

REFRAIN.

Air--"TELL AUNT RHODA."

Beans for breakfast,
Beans for dinner,
Beans for supper,
Beans! Beans!! Beans!!!

[Illustration: 23D CORPS.]

BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY.

(Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons, owners of the copyright.)

KEY OF A FLAT.

[Illustration: 18TH CORPS.]

Heavily falls the rain,
Wild are the breezes tonight;
But 'neath the roof the hours as they fly
Are happy, and calm, and bright.
Gathering round our firesides,
Tho' it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad,
Forgetting the midnight chime.

CHORUS.

Brave boys are they!
Gone at their country's call;
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall.

[Illustration: MINIE BALL.]

Under the homestead roof,
Nestled so cozy and warm,
While soldiers sleep with little or naught
To shelter them from the storm.
Resting on grassy couches,
Pillow'd on hillocks damp,
Of martial fare how little we know
Till brothers are in camp.--CHORUS.

Thinking no less of them,
Loving our country the more,
We sent them forth to fight for the flag
Their fathers before them bore.
Though the great teardrops started,
This was our parting trust:
"God bless you, boys! we'll welcome you home
When rebels are in the dust."--CHO.

May the bright wings of love
Guard them wherever they roam;
The time has come when brothers must fight
And sisters must pray at home.
Oh! the dread field of battle!
Soon to be strewn with graves!
If brothers fall, then bury them where
Our banner in triumph waves.--CHORUS.

[Illustration: 22D CORPS.]

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC.

(By Mrs. Julia Ward Howe.)

Air--"JOHN BROWN."

As sung by Chaplain C.C. McCabe while a prisoner in Libby,
after hearing Old Ben (the colored paper-seller in Richmond)
cry out, "_Great news by the telegraph! Great battles at
Gettysburg! Union soldiers gain the day!_" Upon hearing such
glorious news Chaplain McCabe sung this soul-stirring hymn,
all the prisoners joining heartily in the chorus, making the
old prison walls ring--"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!"

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