Nebraska Advertiser

Poetry.
SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA
The following is the latest army song which
Sherman's veterans are chanting on their victorious
march:
Our camp fires shone bright on the mountain
While 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 ready
For Sherman, he'll march for
the sea.'
Then cheer after cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen;
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the 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 Sherman marched down to the sea.

Forward, boys, forward to battle,
We marched on our wearisome way,
And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca—
God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kennesaw frowned in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free,
But the East and the West bore our standards,
And Sherman marched on to the sea.

Still onward we pressed, till our banner
Swept out from Atlanta's grim wall;
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the traitor flag falls;
But we paused not to weep for the fallen,
Who slept by each river and tree,
Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
As Sherman marched down to the sea.

O, proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers,
When Sherman said: 'Boys, you are weary,
But to-day fair Savannah is ours.'
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.