Side by side with the “veterans” your brave boys lay.
Through the summer’s heat and winter’s cold
At your post ye stood, fearless and bold;
And when on the field, ’mid the conflict dire,
Ye did not “quail at the enemy’s fire.”
Oh! the road to Richmond hath altars bright,
Where, a “captive band,” ye camped at night,
And “Libby’s” grim walls a record bears,
Of the patriot’s song and the hero’s prayers.
Now the toil is over, the march is done;