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Some references to a couple old favorites:
"February 26. One of Company B's men died last night at the hospital. The drum and fife played a funeral dirge, and Captain Duncan made a prayer. We returned to the tune of the 'White Cockade.' Disease is our most deadly enemy."
History of the Fiftieth Regiment of Infantry, Massachusetts Volunteer Militia in the Late War of the Rebellion By William Burnham Stevens
"In the afternoon, the usual Presentation day performances came off. On account of the drizzling rain a tent was erected in front of Alumni Hall, beneath which tha Class gathered at half-past two o'clock. The usual programme, consisting of songs, Class-histories, vocal duetts, stag-dancing and shaking of hands, was gone through with. The song-paper was not so well filled as usual. After dancing they formed for the march. That old Presentation marching tune, " Road to Boston," was this time compelled to yield to a couple of noisy drums and a squeaking fife, which kept up a perpetual din in ill-accordance with the mournful feelings of the departing Class."
The Yale literary magazine - Vol. 22-23, 1857 Page 324
"February 26. One of Company B's men died last night at the hospital. The drum and fife played a funeral dirge, and Captain Duncan made a prayer. We returned to the tune of the 'White Cockade.' Disease is our most deadly enemy."
History of the Fiftieth Regiment of Infantry, Massachusetts Volunteer Militia in the Late War of the Rebellion By William Burnham Stevens
"In the afternoon, the usual Presentation day performances came off. On account of the drizzling rain a tent was erected in front of Alumni Hall, beneath which tha Class gathered at half-past two o'clock. The usual programme, consisting of songs, Class-histories, vocal duetts, stag-dancing and shaking of hands, was gone through with. The song-paper was not so well filled as usual. After dancing they formed for the march. That old Presentation marching tune, " Road to Boston," was this time compelled to yield to a couple of noisy drums and a squeaking fife, which kept up a perpetual din in ill-accordance with the mournful feelings of the departing Class."
The Yale literary magazine - Vol. 22-23, 1857 Page 324