Monday, June 11, 2007

Scene 3: 1861 -- A Call To Arms

Scene 3: 1861 -- A Call To Arms

Ballad: “The War in Missouri in ’61”, by Soldier Quartet

Come all you jolly Union boys, the truth to you I’ll tell,
About old Governor Jackson, of whom you know so well.
He undertook a project and he didn’t quite succeed,
In forcing of Missouri from the Union to secede.
The next step of government, I don’t think it wise.
It was a violation of the Harney Compromise.
If you want to know how he did it, I’ll tell you on the square:
The raising on a large scale, the means of warfare.
Old Claiborne for to show his hand, he swore he’d cut a dash.
He stepped up to the treasury and stole away the cash.
He toddled off to Boonville, in order to cut a swell,
And in his proclamations a lie he did tell.
General Lyon close pursued him; he traveled night and day,
In order to get to Boonville before Jackson ran away.
They saw the Lyon coming, with Blair by his side.
And said to one another, “Boys, it's time for us to slide.”
All through old Jackson’s camp they heard the Lyon roar;
Another such a racket, was never heard before.
They opened up their batteries in order to have some fun,
And the third round that they fired, boys, the Dixie boys run.

{Scene Description: General Sterling Price, in uniform, moves DR. ]

Confederate General Sterling Price
“Fellow Citizens, in the month of June, last, I was called to command a handful of Missourians, who nobly gave up home and comfort to espouse the cause of your bleeding country, struggling with the most causeless and cruel despotism known among civilized men. Your chief magistrate called for 50,000 men to drive the ruthless invader from a soil made fruitful by your labors and consecrated by your homes.

To that call less than 5,000 responded, one in forty only stepped forward to defend with their persons and their lives the cause of Freedom and human rights…Where are those 50,000 men? Are Missourians no longer true to themselves? Are they a timid, timeserving, craven race? Where are our southern-rights friends? We must drive the oppressor from our land. I must have 50,000 men.

Now is the crisis of your fate; now the golden opportunity to save the state; now is the day of your political salvation. The time of enlistment for our brave band is beginning to expire. Do not tax their patience beyond endurance; do not longer sicken their hearts by hope deferred. They begin to inquire, “Where are our friends?” Join me, Pap Price! Give an Answer!

[General Price moves DCS.]

Ballad: “MISSOURI, BRIGHT LAND OF THE WEST” by Confederate General Sterling Price

Missouri! Missouri! Bright land of the west!
Where the way worn emigrant always found rest,
Who gave to the farmer reward for his toil,
Expended in turning and breaking the soil.
Awake to the notes of the bugle and drum,
Awake from your slumber the tyrant hath come!
And swear by your honor your chains shall be riven,
And add your bright star to our flag of eleven.
They forced you to join in their unholy fight,
With fire and with sword, with power and with might.
´Gainst father and brother, and loved ones so near,
´Gainst women, and children, and all you hold dear;
They've o´er run your soil, insulted your press,
They’ve murdered your citizens—shown no redress—
So swear by your honor your chains shall be riven,
And add your bright star to our flag of eleven.
Missouri! Missouri! Oh, where thy proud fame!
Free land of the west, thy once cherished name,
Now trod in the dust by a despot’s command,
Proclaiming his own tyrant law o´er the land;
Brave men of Missouri, strike without fear,
McCulloch, and Jackson, and Price are all near.
Then swear by your honor your chains shall be riven,
And add your bright star to our flag of eleven.

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