Gen. Grant's Victory at Chattanooga


Gen. Grant’s Victory At Chattanooga.

It was November twenty-third the Union Ball began,
When our boys, at Chattanooga, with Hazen led the van;
They stormed the heights of Mission Ridge, and nobly won the day,
With Granger, Wood, and Sheridan whose boys were is the fray.

Then Bragg he massed his men and said, this Grant mast be outdone,
We’ve plenty of the Chivalry, who’ll fight till we have won;
But when they heard ‘twas U. S. Grant, they dropped their guns and ran,
For well they knew at Vicksburg he captured every man.

On Lookout Mountain’s Northern Slope brave Hooker then got in,
With veteran men, the 11th and 12th who always fight to win,
They carried all the rifle pits and scaled the rugged steep,
And took two thousand Gray Backs, while Bragg was fast asleep.

And when he woke the day was lost, he could not see the plan;
Five hundred more were put to flight, and the Ball had just began.
For when they heard ‘twas Fighting Joe, they dropped their guns and ran.
They knew his boys at Gettysburg, when Sickles led them on.

Then Sherman with his men came up to share the laurels too,
The Chicamauga soon he crossed, the Southern Fork, you know—
They charged the rebels man to man, and with a steady hand,
soon drove them from the Northern Ridge and whipped the traitor band.

Flee for your lives, their leaders said, our Bragg has been outdone,
Their U. S. Grant has whipped us bad—flee every traitor’s son;
Their charge is like the whirlwind’s blast which sweeps the mountain path,
And carries death at every point—we’ve roused the Northern wrath.

Now Thomas then received the shock and held the centre firm,
While Sherman holds the Eastern Slope, the North by Hooker turned;
The Rebels charged, but all in vain, with Bragg’s near vanquished host,
But still the centre Thomas kept, and not a point was lost.

And onward rushed those gallant men with Hooker to the clouds,
While from each mountain gully the deadly cannon poured.
Each crag and crest with bristling steel ne’er daunted these brave men,
Till from each rampart, spur, and peak, wave Stars and Stripes again.

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