And he said, “I never more shall see my own, my native town,”
Take a message and a token (’tis my board bill for a week),
For I am from St. Louis— St. Louis by the creek.
“Tell my Democratic comrades as they gather from afar
To hear my mournful story standing up against the bar;
That we fought the battle bravely and when the shock was o’er
Full many a jug that once held rye lay empty on the floor;
And ’mid the knocked out phalanx were some grown old at bars,
The death wound on their noses red the last of many scars;
And some were young and suddenly began to feel quite weak