And cans of coffee smoking hot.
When they heard the familiar Rebel Yell
There was not one left the tale to tell;
We captured wagon trains, ammunition and men,
Drove prisoners to the rear and put them in a pen,
It was fun to see the Yankees run,
And we hurried them on by firing our guns.
We emptied our cartridge boxes of fifty rounds;
The continued firing made the hills resound,
We ran the Yankees down and pulled them in,