Battle of Bull Run
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, of Songs, ballads, toy books, &c. No. 54 Chatham Street, N. Y.
Battle Of Bull-Run
Our gallant soldiers they are gone and left their friends to mourn,
To watch and pray, both night and day, their quick and safe re-
They are gone to face the enemy, and put Rebellion down; [turn.
May they return victoriously, and wear a Laurel Crown!
Our gallant soldiers they are gone to the Battle-field of fame,
To defend the glorious Stars and Stripes, and put to flight,
Each proud Secession-Leader, with bayonet, sword and gun,
And make them pay severely for the Battle at Bull-Run!
The field of fame we did maintain against an enemy
Conceal’d in wood and ambuscades and their masked batte-
Till Johnson, with his forces and the Black-Cavalry, [ries,
Turned our scale of battle, or we’d gain the victory.
When the gallant Colonel Corcoran lay prostrate on the ground,
Weary, and fatigued, and exausted from his wound,
He cried unto his gallant men: Brave Boys, I’m not undone,
We’ll make them pay some other day for the Battle of Bull-Run!