Sherman's March to the Sea.
Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountains
That frowned on the river below,
While we stood by our guns, in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe,
When a rider came out from the darkness
That hung over mountain and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up! and be ready!
For Sherman will march to the sea!"
Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men.
For we knew that the stars on our banner
More bright in their splendor would be,
And that blessings from North-Land would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea!
Then, forward, boys! forward to battle!
We marched on our wearisome way,
And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca-
God bless those that fell on that day!
Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the Flag of the Free,
But the East and the West bore our standards,
And Sherman marched down to the sea!
Still onward we pressed, till our banners
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls,
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the traitor's flag falls;
But we paused not to weep for the fallen
Who slept by each river and tree;
Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel,.
As Sherman marched down to the sea!
Proud, proud was our army, that morning,
That stood where the pine proudly towers,
When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary,
This day fair Savannah is ours!"
Then sung we a song for our chieftain,
That echoed o'er river and lea;
And the stars on our banner shone brighter,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.