Auner , Stationer and Printer, 45 North 9th St., Philadelphia, Pa.
Down where the patriot army,
Near Potomac’s side,
Guards the glorious cause of Freedom,
Gallant Ellsworth died.
Brave was the noble chieftain,
At his country’s call
Hastened to the field of battle,
And was first to fall.
Entering the traitor city,
With his soldiers true,
Leading up the Zouave column,
Fixed, became his view.
See, that rebel flag is floating
O’er yon building tall;
Spoke he, as his dark eyes glistened,
Boys, that flag must fall!
Quickly from its proud position
That base flag was torn,
Trampled ’neath the feet of freemen,
Circling Ellsworth’s form,
See him bear it down the landing,
Past that traitor’s door;
Hear him groan—alas! they’ve shot him—
Ellsworth is no more!
First to fall, thou youthful martyr,
Hapless was thy fate;
Hasten we as thy avengers,
From thy native state.
Speed we on from town and city,
Not for wealth or fame;
But because we love our Union
And our Ellsworth’s name.
Traitor hands shall never sunder
That for which you died;
Hear the pledge our lips now utter,
Thou, our nation’s pride:
By the glorious cause of Union,
By its Flag on high,
Ellsworth’s name and proud example
Nevermore shall die!
Auner , Song Publisher, 45 N. 9th St., Philadelphia, pa.