Music by the band.Relieved of the depressing suspense incident to the march around Cincinnati, and having enjoyed a night's rest at Williamsburg, the invaders resumed their merry ways. Looking toward the bordering little hills beyond the river they began to sing, ‘The Old Kentucky Home.’ Among them were many musicians, white and colored. Somewhere, en route, they had ‘confiscated’ two violins, a guitar and a banjo. The sentimental guitarist was softly singing ‘Juanita,’ when he was interrupted by a rollicking fiddler who played ‘The Hills of Tennessee.’ Simultaneourly another gay violinist broke one of his three strings in an attempt to play ‘The Arkansaw Traveler,’ and then  inconsiderately threw away the fiddle and the bow. A homesick little darky took possession of the banjo and sang:. All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.