You and I will take the carriage,
With the rising of the sun,
And we'll spend a day, or longer,
With the soldiers in their camps,
Taking stores that best may shield them
From the chill November damps.
Oh, I'll cheer them on to battle--
And I'll stir each lofty soul,
As I paint the fields of honor
Where the drums of glory roll!
And I'll bid them never falter,
While there's treason still abroad,
In this battle of the Nation,
For our Union, and for God.
XII.
One who fought upon the WabashBy Joe Daviess when he fell,
And who bled at Meigs with Dudley,
Where we met the hosts of hell;
One who fought with Hart at Raisin,
And with Johnson on the Thames,
And with Jackson at New Orleans,
Where we won immortal names,
Will be listened to with patience
By the heroes now at hand,
Who have rushed on to our rescue,
In this peril of the land.
By the memory of our fathers,
By the brave, and by the just,
This rebellion shall be vanquished,
Though each traitor bite the dust!
