The first Union martyr of the Civil War, Colonel Elmer Ellsworth accompanied Lincoln on his inaugural train trip to Washington, D.C.. After the war began, he organized the 11th New York Infantry, a regiment which Ellsworth outfitted in the distinctive outfit of the French North African Zouaves.
Ellsworth was killed on May 24, 1861, during the Union's occupation of Alexandria, Virginia, where James W. Jackson, a diehard secessionist, shot Ellsworth as the later had just removed a Confederate from the top of Jackson's inn.
President and Mrs. Lincoln grieved over Ellsworth, whose body lay in state at the White House. Ellsworth's death became a rallying symbol for the Union. Several songs and poems were written in his memory.
TO MRS. MAY WEAVER "Our Laddie's dead Jem"
Uttered by one of Colonel Ellsworth's Zouaves Ballad written by Miss L. Both Hendriksen. Music by Otto F. Jacobsen, Professor of Music at the Rockland Female Institute, Nyack, N.Y. Published by Wm. Hall & Son, 543 Broadway, N.Y.
"OUR LADDIE'S DEAD, JEM."
Uttered by one of Col. Ellsworth's Zouaves. Written by L. Both Hendriksen.
I. Sae braw we marched along, By our laddie Captain led; Sae
V. And there's anither ane, Oh the young, young bride afar; Lang,
Entered according to Act of Congress AD. 1861 by Wm. Hall & Son, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for South'n Dis't of New York.
drear we sit and mourn, For, aweel, our laddie's dead. For, aweel, our laddie's dead.
lang she'll wait to hail Her lover frae the war. Her lover frae the war.
II. We VI. We
lo'ed his winsome face, And his bonnie hair o'brown; We
willna only dool For our laddie wha has died; We
needna blush for shame, That our tears are rinning down. That our
maun ha'bluid for bluid, E'er we cast our swords aside. E'er we
tears are rinnin down. III. Sic
east our swords aside. VII. The
pride we felt to say That he battled at our
truest o' the true, Ye ha' slaughtered on this
head; For bravest among a' Was our laddie wha is
day; We follow on your track As the bandogs after
dead. Was our laddie wha is dead.
Prey. As the bandogs after prey.
IV. O Jem, his faither'll VIII. And by the God
groan, And his mither, sair will greet; When
aboon, When to battle we are led, Revenge
at the auld door stane, Their murder'd bairn they'll
we ilk shall seek, For our laddie wha is
meet. Their murder'd bairn they'll meet.
dead. For our laddie wha is dead.