Battle of Cedar Creek
October 19th, 1864.
Battle Of Cedar Creek,
Old Early camped at Fisher’s Hill,
Resolved some Yankee blood to spill;
He chose his time when Phil. was gone,
The Yankee camp to fall upon.
At night, like thief, of sense bereft,
He marched his troops around our left,
With orders strict unto his boys,
To nothing take t’would make a noise.
While they were on their mission bent,
We Yanks were sleeping in our tents;
Until the Rebs with rousing volley,
Warned us that sleep was death and folly.
Old Early carried out his plan,
Surprising Crook and his command,
Who had not time their lines to form,
So sudden came the rebel storm.
Now at the rising of the sun,
Old Early thought it jovial fun;
But Gen. Grover, (God bless his name)
Said he would help them play the game.
He formed a line the pike along,
To check old Early and his throng;
And here he held the Rebs at bay,
’Til he was flanked from every way.
This gave the Sixth Corps time to form,
Who bravely faced the leaden storm;
’Til the other Corps had time to rally,
To stop the rebels in the Valley.
The Johnnies thought the victory won,
And their usual pillaging begun;
Robbing the dead and wounded too,
As none but Southern bloods can do.
Now when the day was almost lost,
God sends a reinforcing host;
The host he sends is but a man,
But that’s the noble Sheridan.
On, on he comes with lightning speed,
Crying, who hath done this awful deed;
He’d better fare ‘neath Southern skies
Who dares my sleeping camp surprise.
Ah, there another sound is heard,
And Liberty’s the rallying word;
And every heart is filled with pride,
To see their gallant leader ride.
Saying “Form quick—the fight renew,
And see what right with wrong can do;
By night our camp we will regain,
And vengeance have for those that’s slain.”
Then orders flew from left to right,
And glorious was the evening sight;
The rebels fled ‘mid the cannon’s roar,
Losing all they’d gained and thousands more.
Round their flank brave Custer flew,
As other Cavalry ne’er could do;
Capturing guns, well nigh three score,
Including those we’d lost before.
Three cheers for Emory, Crook and Wright,
Torbett, Merret, and General Dwight;
Three for Custer and his command,
Our Union and General Sheridan.
God bless our Nation and her sons,
And may this bloody war be done;
May North and South, united stand,
As once they were a happy band.
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