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.
Click tabs to swap between content that is broken into logical sections.
Permission to reproduce or publish this item is required and may be subject to copyright, fees, and other legal restrictions imposed by parties outside of the Library. The Enoch Pratt Free Library is not responsible for the outside use of these images but is committed to the responsible and legal use of any content posted on its web site. Any questions regarding the legal nature of content on this site may be referred to firstname.lastname@example.org.