689. Samuel WAKLEY-WAKELY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> TZ24-34
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690. Nathan WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-MX
Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedom by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. CHORUS: The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah! Down with the traitor and up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. * * * * * * * * * * Just Before the Battle, Mother by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) 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, Filled with thoughts 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 breast 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. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, 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.MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA Words and Music by Henry Clay Work
Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia
Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.
ChorusGOOBER PEAS by A. Pindar Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day, Chattin' with my messmates, passing time away, Lying in the shadows, underneath the trees -- Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! CHORUS:Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas! Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule To cry out at their loudest "Mister, here's your mule!" But still another pleasure enchantinger than these Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas! CHORUS Just before the battle, the General hears a row; He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"! He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees? The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas! CHORUS I think my song had lasted almost long enough! The subject's interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough! I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and goble goober peas! CHORUS
HERE'S YOUR MULE Words and music by C.D. Benson A Farmer came to camp one day, With milk and eggs to sell, Upon a mule who oft would stray, To where no one could tell. The Farmer, tired of his tramp, For hours was made the fool, By everyone he met in camp, With "Mister, here's your mule." CHORUS: Come on, come on, Come on, old man, And don't be made a fool, By everyone you meet in camp, With "Mister, here's your mule." His eggs and chickens all were gone Before the break of day, The "Mule" was heard of all along, That's what the soldiers say. And still he hunted all day long, Alas! the witless fool, Whil'st every man would sing the song Of "Mister, here's your mule." CHORUS The soldiers ran in laughing mood, On mischief were intent; They lifted "Muley" on their back, Around from tent to tent. Thro' this hole, and that, they push'd His head, -- And made a rule, To shout with humerous voices all, I say" "Mister, here's your mule!" CHORUS Alas! one day the mule was miss'd, Ah! who could tell his fate? The Farmer like a man bereft, Search'd early and search'd late, And as he pass'd from camp to camp With stricken face -- the fool Cried out to everyone he met, Oh! "Mister, where's my Mule." CHORUS
Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedom by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. CHORUS: The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah! Down with the traitor and up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. * * * * * * * * * * Just Before the Battle, Mother by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) 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, Filled with thoughts 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 breast 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. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, 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.MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA Words and Music by Henry Clay Work
Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia
Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Susan Susanna BATCHELDER-BACHELOR
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841. Sally WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-RM
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842. Pheaby Phoebe WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-SS
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844. Anna WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-V5
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845. Julia A. WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-WB
846. Louisa WAKLEY
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847. Lucretia WAKLEY
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848. Wealthy WAKLEY
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699. John WAKLEY-WAKELY
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851. Clark WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-53M
852. Elizabeth WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-54T
853. John WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-552
854. Asel WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-568
856. Isaac WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-58N
857. Robert E. WAKLEY
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858. Esther WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5B3
859. Lucy Jane WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5C9
860. Mary WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5DH
861. Mary WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5FP
862. James WAKLEY
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5GW
700. Joseph WAKLEY-WAKELY
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Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 16LX-5H4
C1841 at Mosterton, Ag Lab.
865. William WAKELY
C1841 shoemaker at Mosterton, living with parents.
866. Abraham WAKELY
C1841 Ag Lab aged 12! with parents at Mosterton.
714. Henry WAKLEY-WAKLY-WAKELY
Spelt Wakly in Vital Records Index.
In 1822 Henry was at Corscombe, a miller.
In 1828 he was at Broadwindsor, a dairyman.
In 1829 he was at Mosterton, a yeoman.
In 1831 he was at Isle Abbotts, a dairyman again.
In 1835 he was at Whitchutch Canonicorum, a dairyman.
Died at Medstead, a publican.
Left under £450. Proved by Mary, widow.
Also Known As:<_AKA> Tom
717. George WAKELY
REFN: 20
Name Prefix:<NPFX> Mrs.
In C1851 Letitia (Wakely) was living with her brother William N Bond at Netherhay.
REFN: 21
In C1851 Letitia (Wakely) was living with her brother William N Bondat Netherhay.
891. William Bond WAKELY
died 3years 6 months
892. Abigail WAKELY
C1851 'farmer's daughter', staying with mother at uncle's [W M Bond]
C1871 unmarried, still with uncle, (aged 32)
C1881 Abigail Wakely was living with her sister Georgina & brother-in-law William Henry Creed at Grange House Farm, Burstock. Described as an annuitant.
893. Georgina WAKELY
C1871 unmarried, staying with uncle [W M Bond]
C1881 aged 44 at The Grange, Burstock with husband Wm Henry CREED.
I think this birth place may be erroneous as his older sister was born at Swilletts, Stoke Abbott; but then why wasn't he christened in SA?
C1851 'working on farm' [Swilletts] for father.
Witnesses at wedding: George Wakely and Elizabeth E Wakely.
ER1874 Registered Broadwindsor [no.233] Sandpit Farm, occupier of land.
do Chideok [no.292] as occupier of lands, Half Mile Style.
K1875, and C1881 farming Grange Farm, Burstock [407 acres, 9 men, 2 boys & 3 women]
He had also farmed Courtwood and Sandpit. He died in May 1892 aged 61 yet he was 45 at the C1881.I think this birth place may be erroneous as his older sister was born at Swilletts, Stoke Abbott; but then why wasn't he christened in SA?
C1851 'working onfarm' [Swilletts] for father.
Witnesses at wedding: George Wakely and Elizabeth E Wakely.
ER1874 Registered Broadwindsor [no.233] Sandpit Farm, occupier ofland.
do Chideok [no.292] as occupier of lands, Half Mile Style.
K1875,and C1881 farming Grange Farm, Burstock [407 acres, 9 men, 2 boys & 3 women]
He had also farmed Courtwood and Sandpit. He died in May 1892 aged 61 yet he was45 at the C1881.
720. Dr. Thomas WAKLEY Md
Thomas Wakley, the son of an affluent farmer, was born in 1795 in Membury, Devon, England, the youngest of eight sons. He sailed in his early teens as a cabin-boy to Calcutta, India. Following apprenticeship to an apothecary and attendance at St Thomas' and Guy's Hospitals, he became a member of the Royal College of Surgeons (MRCS) in 1817.
His initial attempts at London surgical practice were soured by the nepotism then rife, and he became highly critical of the medical and social evils of the time.
In 1823 at age 28, he founded The Lancet, now among the world's most prominent medical journals, which he continued to edit until 1857. Wakley used The Lancet as the platform for numerous campaigns for medical and social reform. His radical views also found expression as a member of parliament (MP) for Finsbury and as coroner for West Middlesex. During his time in London, he lived from 1828 to 1848 at 35 Bedford Square, a house later occupied by the prominent physician, Dr. Thomas Hodgkin. Wakley suffered from phthisis and spent his final months in Madeira Island, Portugal, where he died in 1862
Thomas Wakely, the youngest of Henry Wakley's eleven children, was born in Membury, Devon, on 11th July, 1795. Henry Wakley was a country squire who bred racehorses. After being educated at the local grammar school, he left at the age of sixteen, to be apprenticed as an apothecary in Taunton. Thomas enjoyed the work and decided to become a surgeon. After training at Guy's Hospital, London <ITlondon.htm>, Wakley qualified in 1817. Wakley established himself as a doctor in Argyll Street, one of the most expensive areas in London and in February 1820 married the daughter of a wealthy iron merchant. Six months later the Wakley's house was destroyed by fire. Wakley's claim for insurance was refused as the fire had been started deliberately. Thomas Wakley claimed that the fire had been an attempt to murder him. While waiting for the insurance company to pay him for his losses, Wakley became a doctor in a less prosperous part of London. In 1821 Wakley met the radical journalist William Cobbett <PRcobbett.htm>, who published the weekly newspaper Political Register <PRregister.htm>. Wakley told Cobbett about how the need to reform in the medical profession. Cobbett suggested that Wakley should publish a journal that could be used to campaign for these reforms. Wakley liked the idea and in October 1823 began publishing The Lancet. In the journal Wakley criticised the autocratic powers of the council that ran the Royal College of Surgeons. He also campaigned for a united profession of apothecaries, physicians and surgeons and a new system of medical qualifications to help improve standards in the medical profession. In 1828 Thomas Wakley became involved in the campaign for parliamentary reform. This brought Wakley into contact with other political reformers in London <ITlondon.htm> and in 1832 he was asked to become the Radical candidate for Finsbury. With 330.000 potential voters, this new constituency was one of the largest in Britain. With the support of his two closest political friends, Joseph Hume <PRhume.htm> and William Cobbett <PRcobbett.htm>, Wakley campaigned for an extension of the vote, the removal of property qualifications for parliamentary candidates, the repeal of the Corn Laws <PRcorn.htm>, the abolition of slavery and the suspension of the Newspaper Stamp Act <PRknowledge.htm>. Wakley was defeated in 1832 but he won when he tried again in January 1835. Thomas Wakley spent the next seventeen years in the House of Commons <Pcommons.htm>. Thomas Wakley's maiden speech was an attack on the decision to convict the Tolpuddle Martyrs. Wakley was the main spokesman for the campaign to have the men reprieved and when their freedom was celebrated in 1838 by a vast procession through London, Wakley was the guest of honour, in recognition of the fact that he had done more than any other person in Britain to secure their pardon. Thomas Wakley was also one of the main opponents of the stamp duty on newspapers. As part of the campaign, Wakley published six issues in 1836 of an unstamped newspaper called A Voice from the Commons. Wakley was also a passionate opponent of the 1834 Poor Law <Lpoor1834.htm> and in 1845 helped to expose the Andover Workhouse scandal. Wakley remained a strong supporter of parliamentary reform and was one of the few members of the House of Commons who defended the activities of the Chartists <chartism.htm>. However, Wakley did not agree with all the six points of the Charter. Although he wanted an extension of the franchise, he never publicly argued for universal suffrage. Wakley also had doubts about the wisdom of annual parliaments arguing that he would prefer a triennial system of elections. As a former doctor Wakley took a particular interest in medical reform. He was mainly responsible for the setting up of the Royal College of Surgeons in 1843 and the General Council of Medical Education and Registration in 1858. His long campaign against the adulteration of food and drink resulted in the passing of the Food and Drugs Act in 1860. Wakley died on 16th May, 1862, and like many other Radicals of the period, was buried at Kensall Green Cemetery.
North Chideock Chideock, Dorset, England
Farmer 32 Acres
Name Prefix:<NPFX> Mrs.
727. Nathan WAKLEY-WAKELY
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Marriage: 16 Mar 1812, Hebron, Washington Co., NY