The Southerner's Departure (186–?)
“ Chorus:—Home, boys, home in our own country; Chorus:—Where the sugar and the cotton and the old orange tree, Chorus:—They are all growing green in the Southern country. The days of my boyhood have glided away, While those of my manhood have bloomed into day; And now the Yankees my freedom deny, I for one will repulse them or fight till I die. Chorus:—And it’s home, boys, home, &c. I left the refinements and comforts of life, Through dangers of bloodshed, privations of life I have counted the cost, I have plighted my word, I have shouldered my musket and belted my sword. ”
