RICHMOND TAKEN.
AIR - "The days when we went gipsying [sic]."
In the days when we went fighting South,
A short time ago;
Our lads were dressed all in their best,
And rigged from top to toe.
The cheers we gave with all our might,
From hill and dale did sound,
And nought but mirth and jollity,
Amongst us could be found.
And thus we laughed, and drank and quaffed,
Before we struck a blow;
In the days when we went fighting South,
A short time ago.
"To Richmond! on," our captains cried,
"You there shall have some fun;
You are our country's boast and pride.
My lads, you must not run."
But when we saw the strength they had,
We trembled to a man;
Our captains swore it was too bad,
But soon the work began.
And first there fell ten thousand men,
Which filled us all with woe,
In the days when we went fighting South,
A short time ago.
What little nerve we had soon went,
For flying all around,
Heads, arms, and legs, from bullets sent,
Were strewed upon the ground.
To save ourselves from such a fate,
We then began to run,
And never stopped until we reached
The town of Washington.
And never more you'll catch again,
Us visit such a foe.
Where thousands of our men were slain,
A short time ago.
