The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, '61 to '65
Publisher Description
This is a history book. Our camp fires shone bright on the mountain 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 mountains and tree, And shouted, 'Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea. ' When cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen, And the bugle 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 Northland would greet us As Sherman marched down to the sea. Then forward, boys, forward, to battle, We marched on our weary some way, And we strewed the wild hills of Resaca — God bless those who fell on that day. Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free; But the East and the West bore our standard As Sherman marched down to the sea.