Go to the soldier sorely tried,
Go to the sick one’s lone bedside,
Stand by his cot, ere the soldier dies,
And listen to his feeble cries—
“Come back to us McClellan!”
Go to the tented camping ground,
Where dirt and dust and mud abound,
And from the restless, slumbering ones,
In murmuring words the entreaty comes—
“Come back to us McClellan!”