One evening as they sat in front of the cave a young officer passed them singing words to the air of the “Mocking Bird.” He seemed more concerned about the melody than he did about the shots that were flying through the air, and they watched him admiringly.
“‘’Twas at the siege of Vicksburg,
Of Vicksburg, of Vicksburg,
’Twas at the siege of Vicksburg,
When the Parrott shells were whistling thro’ the air.
Listen to the Parrott shells,
Listen to the Parrott shells;
The Parrott shells are whistling thro’ the air.
“‘Oh! well will we remember,
Remember, remember,