Away down in old Yirginny many months ago,
McClellan made a movement and made it very slow.
The Rebel Generals found it out and pitched into our rear;
They caught the very devil, for they found old Kearney
there.
In the old Yirginny low-lands, low-lands,
The old Yirginny low-lands, low.
The bard details the fights as though they were a succession of Union victories, and concludes with a defense of General McClellan:—
Now all you politicians, a word I have for you,
Just let our little Mac alone, for he is tried and true;