At Donelson the rebel horde|
Had gathered in their might,
Determined there with fire ans sword
To make a dreadful fight.
But gallant Foote with his command
Went in by water route,
While Grant besieged upon the land,
And smoked the rebels out.
Where volleyed thunder loudest pealed
Along the front of war;
The Gen'ral calmly viewed the field
A-smoking his cigar.
2. And Beauregard did swear, methinks,
3. The doughty Pem, at Vicksburg, too,|
Did naught of Yankees fear;
Grant passed his guns in quick review
And gained the city's rear.
He pitched his tent, deployed his force
And lighted his cigar,
Said he, "Misguided lads, of course,
You know just where you are."
4. And now, let politicans wait
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