Rose O'Neal Greenhow
My Little Rose,
I miss you very much. You must know that I am no longer imprisoned in my own house. Those Northerners have moved me to the Old Capitol Prison where they think it is impossible for me to send messages the South. They are mistaken for I have been able to get messages to our loyal side in ways they couldn’t imagine. Only last week I managed to slip a message into a woman’s bun of hair. Sometimes I arrange the blinds in a special manner or I light candles. One thing is for sure, they will never know I am doing it.
You must know that I appreciate your visits and do wish that you could come more often so we can talk. I can tell you stories of all the messages I had to deliver or I could teach you a cryptic code that I know. I could also read one of my memoirs to you or you could bring paper and ink and I could write a new one. You could also help me deliver messages to the South by taking them there for me. Please visit me soon or I shall be miserable.
Yours Truly,
Interviewing Rose O’Neal Greenhow
Madeleine Parnot: Hello and welcome to interviewing the Deceased! Today we are interviewing Rose O’Neal Greenhow, Southern Spy during the civil war. So rose what did you do to become such a traitor to the North?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: I delivered a secret message to General Pierre G.T Beauregard that helped my side, the Southerners win the battle. I also contributed to the victory of the battle of Manassas.
Madeleine Parnot: I heard that you were imprisoned when us Notherners finally found you guilty. Where and how long?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: I was first imprisoned in my own home by you wretched Northerners then they took me to The Old Capital Prison where I stayed for two terms before they exiled me back to the Confederate states.
Madeleine Parnot: When you went back to the betrayers you wrote a book didn’t you?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: Actually, I wrote more than one book. They were all memoirs and bestsellers throughout the British Isles. I made quite a lot of money thanks to them, not to brag.
Madeleine Parnot: I know for a fact that you died because of your greediness isn’t that right?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: What really happened was that I was aboard the Condor and a Union gunboat started following us. In order to get away I fleed in a rowboat taking all the gold I had gotten from my books with me. Sadly the gold was too heavy and I sunk.
Madeleine Parnot: Am I also right that even after your death you were still a traitor?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: Yes, my coffin was wrapped in a Confederate flag and was carried by Confederate troops. My grave marker was a marble cross on which was written "Mrs. Rose O'Neal Greenhow, a bearer of dispatchs to the Confederate Government."
Madeleine Parnot: Well that’s it folks! See you next time on… Interviewing the Deceased!
Madeleine Parnot: Hello and welcome to interviewing the Deceased! Today we are interviewing Rose O’Neal Greenhow, Southern Spy during the civil war. So rose what did you do to become such a traitor to the North?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: I delivered a secret message to General Pierre G.T Beauregard that helped my side, the Southerners win the battle. I also contributed to the victory of the battle of Manassas.
Madeleine Parnot: I heard that you were imprisoned when us Notherners finally found you guilty. Where and how long?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: I was first imprisoned in my own home by you wretched Northerners then they took me to The Old Capital Prison where I stayed for two terms before they exiled me back to the Confederate states.
Madeleine Parnot: When you went back to the betrayers you wrote a book didn’t you?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: Actually, I wrote more than one book. They were all memoirs and bestsellers throughout the British Isles. I made quite a lot of money thanks to them, not to brag.
Madeleine Parnot: I know for a fact that you died because of your greediness isn’t that right?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: What really happened was that I was aboard the Condor and a Union gunboat started following us. In order to get away I fleed in a rowboat taking all the gold I had gotten from my books with me. Sadly the gold was too heavy and I sunk.
Madeleine Parnot: Am I also right that even after your death you were still a traitor?
Rose O’Neal Greenhow: Yes, my coffin was wrapped in a Confederate flag and was carried by Confederate troops. My grave marker was a marble cross on which was written "Mrs. Rose O'Neal Greenhow, a bearer of dispatchs to the Confederate Government."
Madeleine Parnot: Well that’s it folks! See you next time on… Interviewing the Deceased!
My Little Rose,
I miss you very much. You must know that I am no longer imprisoned in my own house. Those Northerners have moved me to the Old Capitol Prison where they think it is impossible for me to send messages the South. They are mistaken for I have been able to get messages to our loyal side in ways they couldn’t imagine. Only last week I managed to slip a message into a woman’s bun of hair. Sometimes I arrange the blinds in a special manner or I light candles. One thing is for sure, they will never know I am doing it.
You must know that I appreciate your visits and do wish that you could come more often so we can talk. I can tell you stories of all the messages I had to deliver or I could teach you a cryptic code that I know. I could also read one of my memoirs to you or you could bring paper and ink and I could write a new one. You could also help me deliver messages to the South by taking them there for me. Please visit me soon or I shall be miserable.
Yours Truly,
Marching Through Georgia
Written By Henry Clay Work
Verse 1
Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 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.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach 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.
Verse 5
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia.
My First Battle
Written by Madeleine Parnot
One day they came to my village
And asked for volunteers
I said no but they didn't care
And I was all in tears
I said farewell to my family
For I was never to see them once more
Cursed Jonah again and again
For bringing me aboard
For the better soldiers
I was just fresh fish
A little soldier with no importance
That they could hit to the ground with one kick
For my first battle
I was given Forty Dead Men
A rifle and some duds
And then they assigned me to a captain named Ben
Out on the bloody field
Hundreds of bodies already lay
Motionless and putrid
Waiting to be taken away
When fear threatened to overwhelm me
I told myself to calm down
Told myself I'd die deadbeat
And because of me the North might not get the crown
So I picked up my rifle
And stood up waiting
For Southerners to appear
Then I would shoot and watch the body slowly disappear
Into the clutches of Death
Then, a pain in my chest
Reminded me of my fate
I slowly sunk to the ground
With images of blood in my head
Written By Henry Clay Work
Verse 1
Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 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.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach 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.
Verse 5
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia.
My First Battle
Written by Madeleine Parnot
One day they came to my village
And asked for volunteers
I said no but they didn't care
And I was all in tears
I said farewell to my family
For I was never to see them once more
Cursed Jonah again and again
For bringing me aboard
For the better soldiers
I was just fresh fish
A little soldier with no importance
That they could hit to the ground with one kick
For my first battle
I was given Forty Dead Men
A rifle and some duds
And then they assigned me to a captain named Ben
Out on the bloody field
Hundreds of bodies already lay
Motionless and putrid
Waiting to be taken away
When fear threatened to overwhelm me
I told myself to calm down
Told myself I'd die deadbeat
And because of me the North might not get the crown
So I picked up my rifle
And stood up waiting
For Southerners to appear
Then I would shoot and watch the body slowly disappear
Into the clutches of Death
Then, a pain in my chest
Reminded me of my fate
I slowly sunk to the ground
With images of blood in my head