To tramp once more that field of fame;

And Mrs. Pickett led the Gray,

Just where her husband did that day.

The Blue were waiting at the wall,

The Gray leaped over, heart and all!

Where man had failed with sword and gun,

A woman’s tender smile had won:

The Gray had captured now the Blue,

What mortal valor could not do

When Pickett charged at Gettysburg.