Charging to drive the invaders
from our homeland in the south,
the Army of the Tennessee
braved the cannon’s roaring mouth.
The ranks they saw at sun up
all wore Yankee blue,
their bayonets and cannon
told us that we were through.
No lilt on fife played Dixie
or rebel flag caught breeze,
as we struck the camp of dead men
and took shelter in the trees.
We had no reinforcements
and more Yankees came each day,
being short of ammunition
forced us to turn away.
The poor farms we retreated past
had no food upon the shelves,
and the widows shouted to us;
“Boys please save yourselves.”
Our war was utterly finished
there in Tennessee,
back east in old Virginia
it was the same with General Lee.
by Robert Quinn
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