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Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedomby 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, Motherby George Frederick Root (1825-1895)Just before the battle, mother,I am thinking most of you,While upon the field we're watchingWith the enemy in view.Comrades brave are 'round me lying,Filled with thoughts of home and GodFor well they know that on the morrow,Some will sleep beneath the sod.CHORUS:Farewell, mother, you may neverPress 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 youThat their cruel words we know,In every battle kill our soldiersBy 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 GEORGIAWords 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 boastHad they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the HostWhile 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 vainWhile we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus

GOOBER PEASby A. PindarSittin' 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 ruleTo cry out at their loudest "Mister, here's your mule!"But still another pleasure enchantinger than theseIs wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas!CHORUSJust 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!CHORUSI 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 MULEWords and music by C.D. BensonA 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 goneBefore 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 songOf "Mister, here's your mule."CHORUSThe 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'dHis head, -- And made a rule,To shout with humerous voices all,I say" "Mister, here's your mule!"CHORUSAlas! 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 campWith stricken face -- the foolCried out to everyone he met,Oh! "Mister, where's my Mule."CHORUS

Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedomby 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, Motherby George Frederick Root (1825-1895)Just before the battle, mother,I am thinking most of you,While upon the field we're watchingWith the enemy in view.Comrades brave are 'round me lying,Filled with thoughts of home and GodFor well they know that on the morrow,Some will sleep beneath the sod.CHORUS:Farewell, mother, you may neverPress 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 youThat their cruel words we know,In every battle kill our soldiersBy 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 GEORGIAWords 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 boastHad they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the HostWhile 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 vainWhile we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus

97. Susan Susanna BATCHELDER-BACHELOR

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-N4

98. Luther Singleton HEMENWAY

REFN: 1RS8-06

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1RS8-06
REFN: 1RS8-06

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1RS8-06

99. Elvira DAY

REFN: 1RS8-1C

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1RS8-1C
REFN: 1RS8-1C

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1RS8-1C

100. Levi THORNTON

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 18Z8-82

101. Catherine Eliza Ann TERMAN

she has had another baptism on 8 may 1969 from the SLC T.I.B card there is also another baptism on the card which states 3 feb 1951 from the logan T.I.B Card

102. George MUELLER-MILLER

Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 20FB-ZR
Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 20FB-ZR

103. Martha Jane GOURLEY

Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 20FC-0W
Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.Invalid seal-to-parents temple code: SLC.

Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 20FC-0W

104. William EVANS

Merthyr, Glamorgan, Wales