More bright in their splendor would be,
And that blessings from North-land would greet us
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
III.
Then forward, boys, forward to battle
We marched on our wearisome way,
And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca
God bless those who fell on that day:
Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free;