Appendix A

Throughout the diary there are interspersed "Favorite Songs" and "Favorite Poems." In order to maintain the even flow of the narrative I have assembled them in this Appendix.

Song from the Irish - "Aileen Aroon" pp.7,8

When like the early rose, Aileen Aroon

Beauty in childhood glows, Aileen Aroon

When like a diadem

Buds blush around the stem,

Which is the fairest gem? Aileen Aroon

Is it the laughing eyes? Aileen Aroon

Is it the timid sigh? Aileen Aroon

Is it the tender tone

Soft as the stringed harp's moan?

No, it is Truth alone, Aileen Aroon

I know a valley fair, Aileen Aroon

I know a cottage there, Aileen Aroon

Far in that valley's shade

I know a gentle maid

Flower of the hazel glade, Aileen Aroon

Who in the song so sweet? Aileen Aroon

Who in the dance so fleet? Aileen Aroon

Dear are her charms to me

Dearer her laughter free

Dearest her constancy, Aileen Aroon

Youth must in time decay, Aileen Aroon

Beauty must fade away, Aileen Aroon

Castles are sacked in war

Chieftains are scattered far

"Truth is a fixed star, Aileen Aroon

Original - What is Life's Watchword pp. 10,11

What is the watchword of Life?

Ask the Warrior the word

Which points him to laurels won when the sword

Is red with the blood on the battle plain poured

And the stern answer is "Duty"

What is the watchword of Life?

Ask yon maiden whose cheek

Is crimson with blushes of beauty which speak

Of love's fond caresses in low tones & weak

She murmurs all gently "Affection"

What is the watchword of Life?

Ask the prisoner - to borrow

Surcease of his weariness, rest of his sorrow

It cheated the past but 'twill gladden the morrow

'Tis "Hope"

What is the watchword of Life?

Ask the Christian - the rod

Supporting his feeble steps where'er he trod

And guiding him upward & homeward to God

'Tis "Faith"

Oh stranger & pilgrim o'er life's stormy way

Be true to thy duty & strong in thy love

Hope will shine through the gloom at the close of the day

Faith will open the portals above.

(From the Irish) "Angels Whisper" pp. 11,12

A baby was sleeping

Its mother was weeping

For the father was out on the wild raging sea

The tempest was swelling

Round the fisherman dwelling

And she cried "Dermot darling, O come back to me."

Her beads while she numbered

The baby still slumbered

And smiled in her face as she bended her knee

"O blest be that warning

My child's sleep adorning

For I know that the Angels are whispering with thee.

And while they are keeping

Bright watch o'er thy sleeping

O pray to them softly my baby with me

And say thou wouldst rather

They'd watch o'er thy father

For I know that the Angels are whispering with thee."

The dawn of the morning

Saw Dermot returning

And the fond mother wept her babe's father to see

And closely caressing

Her babe with a blessing

Said "I know that the Angels were whispering with thee."

(From the Scotch) "Mary of Argyle" pp. 11,12

I have heard the mavis singing

Its love story to the moon

I have seen the dew drop clinging

To the rose just newly born

But a sweeter song has cheered me

At the evening's gentle close

I have seen an eye still brighter

Than the dew drop on the rose.

'Twas thy voice my gentle Mary

And thine artless winning smile

That has made this world an Eden

Bonnie Mary of Argyle.

Though thy voice may lose its sweetness

And thine eye its brightness too

Though thy step may lose its fleetness

And thy hair its sunny hue

Still to me wilt thou be dearer

Than all this world can own

For I've loved thee for thy beauty

But not for that alone.

I have watched thy heart dear Mary

And its goodness was the wile

That has made thee mine forever

Bonnie Mary of Argyle.

From the opera "My Normandy" p. 16

When hope her cheering voice supplies

And Winter flies far, far away

Beneath dear France thy beauteous skies

When Spring returns more sweet, more gay

When nature's dressed again in green

The swallow to return is seen

'Tis then I hope the land to see

That gave me birth, my Normandy

I've seen Helvetia's flowery fields

Its cottages, its icy hills

And Italy with skies so fair

And Venice with her gondolier

In viewing thus each foreign part

There is a land more near my heart

A land more cherished loved by me

My native land, my Normandy.

Favorite song "My Mother Dear" p. 19

Oh mother dear I sigh in vain

To live my childhood days again

And see thy clear love-beaming eyes

Outshining stars up in the skies

Oh Mother dear bright sunny rays

That give such joy and heavenly bliss

As by thy knee I used to pray

Or climbed to steal affection's kiss.

Chorus: Oh Mother dear etc

Oh mother dear those early scenes

The flowery fields to meadows green

As thoughts turn back I have a sigh

And long for happy days gone by

Long since I've left my native shore

Yet now my heart beats just as then

Tho' miles of sea between us roar

Dear Mother I'll come home again.

Chorus: Oh Mother dear etc

"Lone Rock by the Sea" by Mrs Hemans p. 24

Oh tell me not the woods are fair

Now Spring is on her way

Well, well I know how brightly there

In joy the young leaves play

How sweet on winds of morn or eve

The violets breath may be

But ask me, woo me not to leave

My lone rock by the sea.

The wild wave's thunder on the shore

The curlews restless cries

Unto my watching heart are more

Than all earth's melodies.

Come back my ocean rover, come

There's but one place for me

Till I can greet thy swift sail home

My lone rock by the sea.

Mrs Hemans

Bettie G. Bayarly, Martinsburg, Berkeley Co. Virginia

"Oh Why Don't I Fly" (From the Irish) pp. 25,26

Oh why don't I fly

From that love-beaming eye

And that voice of enchantment so dear

When the chain wove tonight

By their music and light

Must be rent now by parting you here?

You'll go, love at least

Like the joys of the past

And my heart will awake from the spell.

To murmur at fate

And to ask when too late

Why met we to breathe but farewell?

Were experience not vain

To this wild dreaming brain

I should know that the rose has a thorn

And I'd seek other skies

Than the heaven of those eyes

That will fade with the dreams of the morn

But idle as yet

Are the warnings I've met

When round me such beauty I see

Oh the fruit, love that grows

On the lips of the rose

I'd have plucked from the curse-guarded tree.

Yet still may that brow

Wear the light on it now

Should a thousand fond hearts for it pine

And that balm-breathing lip

Be as luscious to sip

Tho' its sweet love no longer be mine.

I grudge not the cost

Though a heart should be lost

If it fall by so sinless a crime

For a moment of bliss

So enraptured as this

Would atone for the sorrows of time.

"Song of the Huguenots" By Macauley pp. 31,32,33

Oh, weep for Moncontour

Oh, weep for the hour

When the children of darkness

And evil had power

When the horsemen of Valois

Triumphantly trod

On the bosoms that bled

For their rights & their God

Oh, weep for Moncontour

Oh, weep for the slain

Who for faith & for freedom

Lay slaughtered in vain -

Oh, weep for the living

Who linger to fear

The renegade's shame

Or the exile's despair -

One look one last look

To the cots & the towers

To the rows of our vines

And the beds of our flowers

To the church where the bones

Of our fathers decayed

Where we fondly had deemed

That our own should be laid

Alas! We must leave thee

Dear, desolate home

To the spearmen of Uri

The shovelings of Rome

To the serpent of Florence

The vulture of Spain

To the pride of Anjou

And the guile of Lorraine

Farewell to the fountains

Farewell to thy shades

To the song of thy youths

And the dance of thy maids

To the breath of thy gardens

The hum of thy bees

And the long waving line

Of the blue Pyrenees

Farewell and forever -

The priest & the slave

May rule in the halls

Of the free and the brave

Our hearths we abandon -

Our lands we resign

But Father, we kneel

To no altar but thine.

Macauley

"Then You'll Remember Me" p. 39

Song from the opera "Bohemian Girl"

When other lips and other hearts

Their tales of love shall tell

In language whose excess imparts

The power they feel so well -

There may perhaps in such a scene

Some recollection be

Of days that have as happy been

Then you'll remember me.

When coldness and deceit shall slight

The beauties now they prize

And deem it but a faded light

That beams within thy eyes.

When hollow hearts shall wear a mask

'Twill break thine own to see

In such a moment I but ask

That you'll remember me.

"Favorite Song" Juanita p. 41

Soft o'er the fountain

Lingering falls the Southern moon

Far o'er the mountain

Breaks the day too soon

In thy dark eye's splendor

Where the warm light loves to dwell

Weary looks, yet tender

Speak their fond farewell

Nita, Juanita

Ask thy soul if we should part

Nita, Juanita

Lean thou on my heart

When in thy dreaming

Moons like these shall shine again

And daylight beaming

Prove they dreams are vain

Wilt thou not relenting

For thy absent lover sigh

In thy heart consenting

To a prayer gone by.

Nita, Juanita

Let me linger by thy side

Nita, Juanita

Be my own fair bride.

"Prisoner's Hope" p. 42

In the prison cell I sit

Thinking Mother Dear of you

And our bright and happy home far away

And my eyes grow dim with tears

Spite of all that I can do

Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Chorus: Tramp, Tramp, Tramp the boys are marching

Cheer up comrades they will come

And beneath the starry cross

We will breathe the air again

Of our bright and happy southern home.

In the battle's front we stood

When the fiercest charge they made

And they swept us off a hundred men or more

But before we reached their lines

They were driven back dismayed

And we heard the cry of victory o'er & o'er

Tramp, Tramp, etc

So within the prison cell

We are waiting for the day

That shall come to open wide the iron door

And the hollow eye grows bright

And the poor heart almost gay

When we think of seeing home & friends once more

Tramp, Tramp, etc

"Favorite Song" p. 43

Jane oh, Jane my pretty Jane

Never, never look so shy

But meet oh meet me in the evening

When the bloom when the bloom is on the rye

For the Spring is waning fast my love

The corn is in the ear

The summer night is coming love

The moon shines bright and clear.

Chorus: Then pretty Jane my dearest Jane

Never never look so shy

But meet oh meet me in the evening

When the bloom, when the bloom is on the rye

Oh name the Day, the wedding day

And I will buy the ring

The lads and lassies in their best array

And village bells & village bells shall ring

For the Spring is waning fast my love

The corn is in the ear

The summer nights are coming love

The moon shines bright & clear.

Then pretty Jane my dearest Jane

Never never look so shy

But meet oh meet me in the evening

When the bloom, when the bloom is on the rye

"Song of Constance" p. 44

Where shall the Traitor rest

He the Deceiver

Who could win maiden's breast

Ruin and leave her

In the last Battle

Borne down by the flying

Where mingles war's Rattle

With groans of the Dying

There be he lying

He wing shall the Raven flap

O'er the False Hearted

His warm blood the Wolf shall lap

Ere life be parted

Shame and Dishonor

Sit by his grave ever

Blessing shall hallow it

Never, oh, never

 Woodbine, May 1st 1866 Think this Good. I.H.A.

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