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Never heard that term before. Here is a popular song from the period. Jim The Mudsills Are Coming. The Union, the Union we're called on to save,
Fall in the ranks to join our brothers brave;
Chivalry, Chivalry, Old Abe's not a funning,
For six hundred thousand Mudsills are coming. Chorus:
Now up, up, my boys, and be tramping along;
We ne'er will return till the victory's won;
We come from the mountains, the dells, and the hills,
To show Southern Chivalry Northern Mudsills. Coming, we are Coming, Father Abe now calls;
Crush foul rebellion or gloriously fall;
Brave Halleck, our Chieftain, with Pope in the throng,
Will lead us to conquer, so be tramping along. That proud flag of freedom shall float in the breeze,
Respect it ye nations o'er land and o'er seas;
Let none dare assail it, our numbers are strong,
Who have sworn to defend it and be tramping along. Remember, foul traitors, when this Flag you view,
With thirty-four stars in its Union of blue,
No star from our Union shall be suffered to fly,
They are fixed to remain like the stars in the sky.
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Another mournful song from the war. When I read such accounts, I wonder if the present day back Americans appreciate or even know of the sacrifices the white men made to give them freedom. Jim Starved in Prison. Had they fallen in the battle,
With the old flag waving high,
We should mourn, but not in anguish,
For the soldier thus would die;
But the dear boys starv'd in prison,
Helpless, friendless and alone,
While the haughty rebel leaders
Heard unmov'd each dying groan. Chorus:
Yes, they starved in pens, and prisons,
Helpless, friendless and alone!
And their woe can ne'er be spoken,
Nor their agony be known. Had they died in ward or sickroom,
Nursed with but a soldier's care,
We should grieve, but still be thankful
That a human heart was there--
But the dear boys starv'd in prison,
Helpless, friendless and alone,
While the heartless rebel leaders
Heard unmov'd each dying groan. Oh! the thought so sad comes o'er us,
In this hour of joy and pride,
That the hearts we loved so fondly
Might be beating by our side;
But the dear boys starv'd in prison,
Helpless, friendless and alone,
While the cruel rebel leaders
Heard unmov'd each dying groan.
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I think that's meant to refer to Andersonsville Prison which left-wing propaganda has elevated to a Confederate run Civil war Auschwitz. |
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Flash,
Maybe true about the media, but any student of the ACW knows that Andersonville was not unique. The North also had Elmira, amongst others. If you were an ACW POW of either Army, the remainder of your short life was going to be miserable. |
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Agreed, Bow. What I mean is only the South is accused of running harsh POW camps. In fact, a partial explanation might be the South was so short of supplies (except those donated by the North at Harper's Ferry) that its own soldiers weren't much better fed. Peter |
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Both those prisons make Guantamo Bay look like a holiday camp. Jim |
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Still nothing like Strensall on a Monday morning, eh Jim? I wasn't there Peter |
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