And the cottage by the brook.

He listened to the sounds,

So familiar to his ear,

And the soldier leant upon his sword

And wiped away a tear.

A tall bearded Tennesseean was singing that, while his companions listened soberly.

But a chorus welled and spread until all the groups were joining in.

Green grow the rushes, O!

Green grow the rushes, O!

The sweetest hours that e’er I spend