Song From the Civil War Held Girl Spellbound

Great-uncle among Union soldiers to survive Andersonville, composes song about experience.

| Good Old Days

One story from the Civil War held me spellbound as a child. My grandfather's oldest brother was among the Union soldiers from Illinois, and he was imprisoned at Andersonville Prison. He composed a song and sang it for us. It was a nice tune, and the words have stayed with me all these years.

The rations at Andersonville were supposed to be one pint of raw cornmeal three times daily, but the prisoners held out their hands to get it (not a pint by far), and they lapped it up uncooked.

So he wrote the song and sang it for us. The part I remember so vividly had to do with the cornmeal. Here it is.

What was our daily bill of fare

In this "cecess" saloon?

A pint of meal, ground cob and all

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