Our Pottsville Volunteers

J.H. Johnson , Printer, No.7 North 10th street Philad’a.,

Our Pottsville Volunteers,

Come, freemen lend and ear, I’ll sing to you a lay;
Our Army has been moving, marching on the way;
The column is in motion, the stars and stripes appears,
Among them is our gallant men, Our Pottsville Volunteers.

Our soldiers they have gone to war, and left their homes and wives,
In defence of our county’s cause, they’ve sacrificed their lives,
Their battle-flag is hoisted, so proudly it appears.
’Tis carried by a noble band, our Pottsville Volunteers.

At Newbern, North Carolina, the rebels shared their fate,
’Twas there where Gen. Nagle he led the 48th;
The rebels they were put to rout and scattered into fears,
For they could’nt stand the press of our Pottsville Volunteers.

When first we met disaster ’twas at the battle of Bull Run,
The teamsters they skedaddled, and scattered all to fun;
The rebels they were routed, but our men they had no fears—
For they knew we had some Union boys, our Pottsville Volunteers.

They thought McClellan fast asleep, now just see what he done;
He led our large army and marched on Bull Run;
The rebles they skedaddled, and scattered into fears—
For they knew we had some Union boys, our Pottsville Volunteers.

A victory comes to show how well our boys do fight,
Yorktown we have taken, and put the foe to flight;
The rebels have evacuated, and cooted off like deers—
For they could’nt stand the press of our Pottsville Volunteers.

At Malvern Hills you all well know the rebels were badly fixed;
’Twas there where Col. Cake, he led the 96th;
the Rebels they are routed, and scoot off like deers—
For they couldn’t stand a charge from our Pottsville Volunteers.

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In Nashville, Tennessee, the foe was put to flight,
’Twas there where Col. Wynkoop, he made the Rebels fight;
He made them all skedaddle and shout into fears—
We cant stand the sabers of The Pottsville Volunteers.

At Fredericksburg the other day, I’m sure you all do know,
’Twas there where Gen. Hooker, he fought the retreating foe;
The enemy was routed, and thrown in fears—
For they soon found out the spirit of our Pottsville Volunteers.

The rebels they were positive that they would us all lick,
But indeed they was mistaken when they met with Col. Frick;
He made them all skedaddle and scoot off like deers—
For they could’nt stand the press of our Pottsville Volunteers.

When first they crossed the river, the Rebels at them did point,
Until they received a volley from the 129th;
It made them all give up, and run into fears—
For they couldn’t stand a volley from our Pottsville Volunteers.

But still we cheer our Generals, who our battles they have planned,
We’ll not forget the gallant men who followed their command;
And those that read our history will say in future years—
God bless the dead of our gallant men, our Pottsville Volunteers.

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