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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 184 (search)
aim each shot was sent, and well each gun was plied; And still our gallant ships advanced, and each one, as she passed, Poured in her deadly messengers, and foes fell thick and fast. Each ship advanced in order, each commander wore a smile, Until the famed Vandalia brought up the rear in style; And as our guns were shortest, we balanced to the right, Which brought us to the enemy, the closest in the fight. Then round the room (Port Royal bay) we took a Highland fling, And showed them in Fort Walker what loud music we could sing; And thus we poured in our broadsides, which brought their courage low, And o'er the rebel batteries soon our Union flag did flow. Three cheers for gallant Haggarty — he led us safely through; And three for our loved Whiting — he is the real true blue; Success to every officer who fought with us that day; Together may we pass unscathed through many a gallant fray. A health to every gallant tar who did his duty well; Peace to the ashes of the dead, who, nobly
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 283 (search)
96. bombardment of forts Walker and Beauregard. by Isaac M'Clellan. Part I.--the arrival. I. Six-and-sixty gallant ships, tempest-toss'd By the angry seas assailed, well-nigh lost Off hostile Carolina's sandy coast, Spread the straining, daring sail; They had come from Northern shores far away, They had battled with old oceanbattery, from its iron throat, Salute the spangled folds. VIII. Fair glanced the day along Port Royal's tide, Glanced o'er embattled forts on either side, Where Hilton Head and Low Bay Point defied The armada of the free; A martial show, that vast, invading fleet! When rose their flag, when mustering-drums were beat; When rang the e the fray; The guns, full-shotted, rang'd in long array; The crews, impatient for the battle-day, A stern and stalwart band. X. Then came the conflict. From Fort Walker's wall Glanced the red fires, fast sped the hissing ball; Thick smokes, volcanic, hover'd like a pall, A dim, sulphurous vail; The Bay Point batteries, like a f