Exclaimed, “Ye hounds of hell! Oh! revenged will I be.”
We had not been long broken, when General Butler found,
Himself so badly wounded, was forced to quit the ground.
“My God!” says he, “what shall we do? we’re wounded every man;
Go charge them, valiant heroes, and beat them if you can.”
He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath,
And like a valiant soldier, sank in the arms of death,
When blessed angels did await, his spirit to convey,
And unto the celestial fields he quickly bent his way.
We charged again with courage firm, but soon again gave ground,