Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that "all men are created equal." Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those who died here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here. It is rather for us the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth. listen to Lincoln's Gettysburg Address(YouTube)

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Ken Burns Civil War theme song Ashokan's Farewell (by Jay Ungar)

Union Songs Sheet Music Lorena, by John Schreiner (1857) Gen Halleck's Grand March, by Septimus Winner John Brown's Body, by Simonds Grafted into the Army, by Baumbach All quiet along the Potomac, by Dayton US Grant is the Man, by JC Johnson Battle of Ft Donelson, by E Grundy Angel Mother. I'm coming home, by Lessur One more gallant charge boys, by van Akin Soldier's bride, by Hastings Stand by the union, by White Tenting on the old camp ground, by Kittredge Last days of shoddy, by Warden Weeping sad and lonely, by Tucker 'Weeping Sad and Lonely', by the 97 Regimental String Band (YouTube) Tramp Tramp Tramp, by Geo Root Sherman's march to the sea, by Ascher Marching through Georgia, by HC Work When Johnny comes home, by Lambert Dixie for the Union America My Country t'is of thee Glory Hallelujah Civil War Songbook Large collection of civil war music on archive.org More civil war music here And here

Confederate Sheet music Lorena, by John Schreiner (1857) listen to 'Lorena (Forget me never)' by John Hartford (YouTube) Beauregard's Quick Step, by Rosenberger Bonnie blue flag listen to 'the Bonnie Blue Flag' (YouTube) Dixieland, by Emmett Battle Cry of Freedom, by Schreiner Gen Lee's Grand March, by Schreiner The sword of Robert Lee, by Blackmar Stonewall Jackson Grand March, by Viereck Stonewall Jackson's way listen to 'Stonewall Jackson's Way' by B Horton (YouTube) Carry me back to Old Virginny, by Bland Southern soldier boy, by GW ALexander Who will care for Mother now, by Thompson When upon the field of glory, by Schreiner Carolina Old Kentucky Home, by Foster Old folks at home, by Foster When this cruel war is over, by Tucker 'When this cruel war is over', by the 97 Regimental String Band (YouTube) A nation's orphans, by Anton Ellie Rhee, by Septimus Winner Songs of the Civil War index Civil War sheet music on Archive.org More civil war music heren (Loc.gov) And here (Duke) And a good mix here (Connecticut College)

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Civil War Poem Poem by Daisy Turner, Storyteller and Poet, as recited, aged 104, in Ken Burns' 'Civil War' Dear Madam, I am a soldier, and my speech is rough and plain. I'm not much used to writing, and I hate to give you pain, But I promised I would do it, and he thought it might be so If it came from one that loved him, perhaps it would ease the blow. By this time, you must surely guess the truth I feign would hide, And you'll pardon me for rough soldier words, while I tell you how he died. It was in the maw of battle. Fast rained the shot and shell. I was standing close beside him, and I saw him when he fell. So I took him in my arms, and laid him on the grass. It was going against orders, but I think they let it pass. 'Twas a minne ball that struck him. It entered at his side. But we didn't think it fatal 'til this morning, when he died. "Last night, I wanted so to live. I seemed so young to go. Last week I passed my birthday. I was just 19, you know. When I thought of all I planned to do, it seemed so hard to die. But now I pray to God for Grace, and all my cares gone by." And here his voice grew weaker, as he paused and raised his head. And whispered, "Goodbye, Mother." And your soldier boy was dead. I carved him out a headboard, as skillful as I could And if you wish to find it, I can tell you where it stood. I send you back his hymnbook, the cap he used to wear, The lock I cut the night before, of his bright, curly hair. I send you back his bible; The night before he died, I turned its leaves together, and read it by his side. I keep the belt he was wearing; He told me so to do. It has a hole upon the side, just where the ball went through. So now I've done his bidding. I've nothing more to tell. But I shall always mourn with you the boy we loved so well.

John Hartford