Then cheer upon cneer 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 in our banner
More bright in their splendor would be,
And the blessing from Northland would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
CHORUS.-Then sang we a song, etc.
Then forward, boys! forward to battle!
We marched on our wearisome way,
We stormed the wild hills of Resacca-
God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kenesaw frowned in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free;
But the East and the West bore our standard,
And Sherman marched on to the sea.
CHORUS. Then sang we a song, etc.
Still onward we pressed, till our banners
Swept out from Atlanta's grim wall:
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the traitor 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 laurel,
As Sherman marched down to the sea.
CHORUS.-Then sang we a song, etc.
Oh proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers,
When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary.
But to day fair Savannah is ours!"
Then sang we a song of our chieftain,
That echoed over river and lea,
And the stars in our banner shown brighter
When Sherman camped down by the sea!
CHORUS.-Then sang we a song, etc.
MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA.
Bring the good old bugle boys! we'll sing another song.
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along-
Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS. "Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found'
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee, etc.
Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years, Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee, etc.
"Sherman's dashing Yankee Boys will never reach the coast!
So the saucy rebels said, and t'was a handsome boast
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host
While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee, etc.
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude-three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.
CHORUS.-Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee, etc.
Alexander, Colonel J. J.
Bailey, Captain J. E.
Blair, General Frank P.
Brucker, Surgeon M.
Bonner, Surgeon S. P.
Bigelow, Captain Henry.
Carper, Captain L.
Eaton, General C. G.
Eddy, Colonel Norman.
Eggleston, Lieutenant E. L.
Fairchild. General Cassius.
Fitch, Major Henry S.
Foote, Major H. E.
Fry, Colonel John C.
Fyffe, Lieutenant J. R.
Graves, Colonel W. H.
Hanke, Colonel A. J.
Hall, Colonel John P.
Harding, General Chester.
Herbert, Colonel J. T.
Hedges, Lieutenant S. W.
Hicks, Colonel S. J.
Howe, General J. H.
Hughes, Colonel Samuel T.
Jones, Colonel John J.
Jones, Colonel Henry E.
Klinck, Colonel John J. Lovejoy, Lieutenant F. E. Mathias, General Charles S.
Martin, Colonel Rodger.
Mower, General J. A.
Murphy, Colonel P. H.
McCook, General Ed.
McCoy, Colonel J. C.
Oliver, General John M.
Patterson, Lieutenant W. A.
Peck, Major Wm. E.
Peckham, Colonel James.
Pearce, Lieutenant Edgar P.
Rawlins, General John A. Randall, Lieutenant J. R. Reid, General Hugh T Sample, Lieutenant J. B. Smith, General Morgan L. Smith, General Giles A. Thurston, Colonel W. H. Towner, Major H. N. Weaver, Colonel C. R. White, Captain David. Wood, Colonel E. T. Walker, Major J. Bryant. Yorke, General L. E.
Hall, Mrs. Ada, Paducah, Ky.,
Widow of Colonel John P. Hall, deceased
Walker, R. T., Cincinnati, ().,
Eldest Son of Capt. J. B. Walker, deceased.
Yorke, Mrs. Mary, Cincinnati, O.
Widow of Gen. L. E. Yorke, deceased,
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