With the flag she loved and her brothers died for.
Out of the doorway they saw her start,
(Pickett’s Virginians were marching through,)
The hot little foolish hero-heart
Armoured with stars and the sacred blue.
Clutching the folds of red and white
Stood she and bearded those ranks of theirs,
Shouting shrilly with all her might,
“Come and take it, the man that dares!”
Pickett’s Virginians were passing through;