16. the confederate Primer. At Nashville's fall We sinned all. At Number Ten We sinned again. Thy purse to mend Old Floyd attend. Abe Lincoln bold Our ports doth hold. Jeff Davis tells a lie, And so must you and I. Isham doth mourn His case forlorn. Brave Pillow's flight Is out of sight. Buell doth play And after slay. Yon oak will be the gallows-tree Of Richmond's fallen majesty. --Nashville Union.