When Sherman Marched Down to the Sea



Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain

That frowned on the river below,

As we stood by our guns in the morning

And eagerly watched for the foe.

When a rider came out from the darkness

That hung over mountain and tree,

And shouted, "Boys, up and be read

For Sherman will march to the sea."



Then cheer after cheer for bold Sherman

Went up from each valley and glen,

Till the bugles re-echoed the music

That came from the lips of our men.

For we knew that the stars in our banner

More bright in their splendor would be

And that blessings from Northland would greet us

When Sherma n marched down to the sea.

Then forward, boys, foward to battle,

We marched on our wearisome way,

Till we stormed the wild heights of Resaca ---

God Bless those who fell on that day.

And Kennesaw high in its glory

Frowned down on the flag of the free,

And the east and the west bore our standards

When Sherman marched down to the sea.



Still onward we pressed till our banners

Shone out from Atlanta's grim walls,

And the blood of the patriots dampened

The soil where the traitor's flag falls.

But we paused not to weep for the fallen

Who slept by each river and tree,

But we twined them a wreath of the laurel

When Sherman marched down to the sea.



Oh, proud was our army that morning

That stood by the cypress and pine,

When Sherman says, "Boys, you are weary,

But today fair Savannah is mine."

Then sang we a song for our chieftain

That echoed o'er river and lea,

And the stars in our banner shone brighter

When Sherman marched down to the sea.



From Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin, Peters

Collected from William N. Allen, Wausau WI

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