And the way we captured prisoners was a sin,
It is said it is a long lane that has no turning,
And we finally got to the end of our journey,
The enemy was reenforced by another command,
Then we turned and run and raised the sand.
For five long miles under shot and shell
For real swift running we made it tell,
Finally the sun went down and darkness came
And the Yankees ceased their fiery flame.
The armies scattered, ran to and fro,