And Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Received three bayonet stabs, and a cut on his brave old crown.

Tallyho! the old Virginia gentry gathered to the baying!

In they rush and kill the game, shooting lustily away![A]

And whene’er they slay a rebel, those who come too late for slaying,

Not to lose a share of glory, fire their bullets in his clay;

And Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Saw his sons fall dead beside him, and between them laid him down.