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