oyful ear;
With equal skill and godlike power,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war! or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace,
Firm united let us be, etc.

[Illustration: 19TH CORPS.]

JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER.

Used by permission of S. Brainard's Sons.

KEY OF B.

[Illustration: BRIG. GEN'L M.M. CROCKER.]

Just before the battle, mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching,
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave are round me lying,
Fill'd with tho'ts of home and God,
For well they know that on the morrow
Some will sleep beneath the sod.

CHORUS.

Farewell, mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again;
But oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
If I'm numbered with the slain.

Oh, I long to see you, mother,
And the loving ones at home;
But I'll never leave our banner
Till in honor I can come.
Tell the traitors, all around you,
That their cruel words we know
In every battle kill our soldiers
By the help they give the foe.--CHORUS.

Hark! I hear the bugle sounding,
'Tis the signal for the fight!
Now, may God protect me, mother,
As He ever does the right.
Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom,"
How it swells upon the air!
Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard,
Or we'll perish nobly there.--CHORUS.

[Illustration: 6TH CORPS.]

WE'VE DRUNK FROM THE SAME CANTEEN.

By Maj. Charles G. Halpine (Private Miles O'Riley), 47th N.Y. Vol.
Inf.

KEY OF C.

[Illustration: ENGINEERS AND MECHANICS.]

There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours,
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers,
And true lovers' knots, I ween.
The boys and the girls are bound by a kiss,
But there's never a bond, old friend, like this:
We have drunk from the same canteen!

The same canteen, my soldier friend,
The same canteen;
There's never a bond like this:
We have drunk from the same canteen!

It was sometimes water and sometimes milk,
Sometimes apple-jack as fine as silk;
But, whatever the tipple has been,
We shared it together in bane or in bliss,
And I warn you, friend, when I think of this:
We have drunk from the same canteen.

We've shared our blankets and tents together,
And marched and fought in all kinds of weather,
And hungry and full we've been;
Had days of battle and days of rest,
But this memory I cling to and love the best:
We've drunk from the same canteen.

For when wounded I lay