Death of Col. Ellsworth

Death of col. Ellsworth,

True Union men, attention give;
I’ll sing a solemn lay,
In memory of a much lov’d one,
Slain in the month of May.
He was his father’s only son—
His mother’s only joy;
They weep, they mourn, that he is gone;
Young Ellsworth is no more;
Young Ellsworth is no more.
They weep, they mourn, that he is gone;
Young Ellsworth is no more.

Along the broad Potomac’s shore.
His patriot band was camped,
In sight of that now sacred spot,
Where lies our Washington.
To arms! to arms!my gallant boys,
We’ll cross this noble stream;
Tear down the flag that floats so proud,
And raise the stars and stripes;
And raise the stars and stripes;
Tear down the flag that floats so proud,
And raise the stars and stripes.

He landed just beneath its folds,
And grasped his faithful sword,
Cut down the flag that cost his life,
And cast this land in gloom.
Young Brownell met his treacherous foe,
And laid him cold in death;
He raised his loved one in his arms,
And bore him to his home;
And bore him to his home;
He raised his loved one in his arms,
And bore him to his home.

Cut off in all the prime of youth,
This noble Ellsworth fell,
Slain by a treacherous traitor’s hand;
Hark! hear his funeral knell.
I die, I die, he nobly said,
But in a glorious cause,
In exercise of freedom’s rights,
My country and her laws;
My country and her laws.
In exercise of freedom’s rights,
My country and her laws.

Although he’s dead he speaks aloud,
True Union man to thee,
Arise! Columbia’s sons, arise!
In all your majesty,
Protect your Country, and her cause,
Come to the rescue, come.
We’ll put all Southern traitor’s down.
Arise! protect your homes;
Arise! protect your homes.
We’ll put all Southern traitor’s down,
Arise! protect your homes.

Our flag’s insulted, friends are slain,
And must we quiet be?
No, no we’ll rally round the flag
Which leads to victory.
Our flag, the glorious Stars and Stripes,
Forever must she wave,
Where true men live and die each day,
Their country for to save;
Their country for to save.
Where true men live and die each day,
Their country for to save.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg100158
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Creator
    Gay, James D.
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    23.5 cm x 15 cm
  • Title
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