Chorus.—Marching along, etc.
We sigh for our country, we mourn for our dead; For them now our last drop of blood we will shed; Our cause is the right one—our foe’s in the wrong; Then gladly we’ll sing as we’re marching along.
Chorus.—Marching along, etc.
The flag of our country is floating on high; We’ll stand by that flag till we conquer or die; McClellan’s our leader, he’s gallant and strong; We’ll gird on our armor and be marching along.
Chorus.—Marching along, etc.
THE BURIAL OF LATANÉ.
By JOHN R. THOMPSON.