And, half in fury and half afraid,
Swore for their City still to strive
On the third of April 'Sixty-five.'
Eight o'clock, and the battle call
Sounds at the inmost bulwark wall.
Hoarser the Rebels' shouts reply—
Their guns are empty, their lips are dry,
And hundreds who vowed to win or die
Sullenly yield themselves alive
On the third of April 'Sixty-five.