’Tis the song that is uttered
In camp by night and day,
’Tis the wail that is mingled with each snore,
’Tis the sighing of the soul
For spring chickens far away,
“O hard crackers, come again no more!”—Chorus.
When General Lyon heard the men singing these stanzas in their tents, he is said to have been moved by them to the extent of ordering the cook to serve up corn-meal mush, for a change, when the song received the following alteration:—
But to groans and to murmurs
There has come a sudden hush,
Our frail forms are fainting at the door;