88. the battle.Give them a shell boys! give them a shell!
They are coming over the hill;
You can see their widening columns swell;
You can hear their bugles trill.
Give them a shell, boys! Aim her straight!
Ready! Pull lanyard! Off she goes!
Hear her skurry and scream in hate.
Pouff! She's done for a dozen foes!
Give them grape, boys! give them grape!
They are coming a little too near.
Each dusky bulk is gaining a shape,
And their tramp is loud and clear. 
Give them grape, boys! Steady! Fire!
Now, boys, go to work with a will!
Sight that gun a little bit higher.
Right!--a gap that twenty can fill!
Give them lead, boys! give them lead!
Up with the infantry! Load, boys, load!
Where's Joe Lane? Poor fellow! he's dead;
Many of us must travel his road!
Give them lead, boys! On they come,
With columns massed in a fierce attack.
Think of your dear ones safe at home!
Stand by your guns, boys! Drive them back!
Give them steel, boys! give them steel!
They fight like devils! At them again!
Their charge is broken! they pause, they reel!
After them, boys, with might and main!
Give them steel, boys! See how they run!
I'm hit — just here — but never mind me.
Lay me down by the side of that gun,
And after the rest with a three times three!
Give them a cheer, boys! give them a cheer!
Let them know we have won the fight!
I'm dying now; you can bury me here.
Dig deep, boys, and do it to-night.
There's one at home — you can give her my sword,
(You know whom I mean,) and say that I
Have always been true to my plighted word--
For my country and her I am glad to die.