Chapter 3 No.3

Then forward, boys! forward to battle!

We marched on our wearisome way,

We stormed the wild hills of Resacar

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!

Then sang we a song, etc.