Although our Regiment suffered most,
They did not shrink or fail,
Their gallant Colonel led them on
Through storms of iron hail.
The Eighty-fourth was ordered up
To charge the enemy,
To drive the rebels from their guns,
And save their battery.
Like veterans they made their charge,
It was conducted well,
But in the mid'st of victory,
Our gallant Murray fell.
He boldly led the Eighty-fourth,
Until he was shot dead;
While bravely cheering on his men
A bullet pierced his head.
Their fire seemed directed most
Against the Eighty-fourth,
But hand to hand they could not stand
Our tigers of the North.