In 1864 we took a little trip <br />Along with General Sherman near the mighty Mississippi <br />We took a little hardtack and we took a lotta beans <br />And we caught the Confederacy in Savannah – there were a lot of screams. <br /> <br />We fired our guns and Johnny Reb kept coming <br />There wasn't nigh as many as there was a Civil War ago <br />We fired once more and they began to running <br />On down the Mississippi to parts unknown. <br /> <br />We looked down the river and we saw the Confederacy coming <br />There must have been a thousand of them beating on the drum <br />They stepped so high and they made their muskets ring <br />We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. <br /> <br />Old Tecumseh said we could take them by surprise <br />We didn't fire our muskets till we looked them in the eyes <br />We held our fire till we saw their weathered faces well <br />Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave them hell. <br /> <br />Yes they ran through the burning houses and they ran through the corn <br />They ran through the bushes where a Yankee wouldn't go <br />They ran so fast that the rounds couldn't catch them <br />On down the Mississippi to parts unknown. <br /> <br />We fired our cannons till the barrels melted down <br />We grabbed more powder and we fought another round <br />We try to fill his head with Northern wisdom <br />But they would never give up their homeland way down South. <br /> <br />'2008'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sherman-s-march-to-the-sea/
