IV.
And oh, it was a fearful lot we buried at Glendale,
Our ranks were thinned like standing corn before the sweeping gale.
And thick their honored graves were strewn, through cornfields, one by one,
They mark the spot where Antietam was bravely fought and won.
And where the fight raged fiercest, by the Rappahannock’s waves,
There is many a yellow mound to tell where sleep our fallen braves.
V.
Oh, brave hearts that know no shrinking, oh, strong hands tried and true,
You paled to see your country’s stars turn from their azured blue;