But Springfield gave us cause to weep;
There Lyon laid him down to sleep.
The rebels how unfit to cope,
At Island Number Ten, with Pope!
Their “chivalry” how much at fault,
When Foote joined in the fierce assault!
Nor can the treachery and shame
Of others tarnish Pope’s fair name;
Since he was left almost alone,
To cope with Lee at famed Bull Run,