"mcclellan's retreat"
'Twas at Mechanicsville,
As the balls began to fly,
McClellan wheeled about,
And changed his battle cry.
Chorus
Away from Richmond; down
To your gun-boats, run boys run,
Never mind your haversack,
Never mind you gun,
This fightin' o' the rebels
Is anything but fun.
2.
Longstreet's in your center,
Jackson's in your rear,
On the right and left,
Those fighting Hills appear.
3.
Virginia is charging
O'er the swamp and field,
Georgia is a coming
With her death dealing steel.
4.
South Carolina sand-lappers
Will ride you on a rail,
North Carolina tar-heels
Are on your trail
5.
The Florida boys
Are hunting through the brush,
The Mississippi rifles
Are charging with a rush.
6.
Arkansas and Tennessee
Are on us with a whoop,
The Alabama rebels
Will get us in the loop.
7.
Louisiana Legions-
"Picayune Butler" is their cry,
Hood's ragged Texans
Are bound to win or die.
8.
Lincoln is a humbug,
McClellan is a fool.
Seward is a liar
of the Horace Greeley school.
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