While Beauregard got his Confederates out,
The Yankees seemed content to let them be!
And when they told me General Johnston died
In my ravine, I thought: “The South is dead”!
And so thought those who took that Corinth ride
With their dead general in a wagon-bed!
And I thought too: this farm is dead to me!
I’ll never cross my orchard lot again
But I’ll remember how it looked to see
My pasture spread, with fallen, silent men!