Sumter

So, they will have it!
The Black Witch (curse on her)
Always had won her
Greediest demand--for we gave it--
All but our honor!

Thirty hours thundered
Siege-guns and mortars--
(Flames in the quarters!)
One to a hundred
Stood our brave Forters!

No more of parties!--
Let them all moulder--
Here's work that's bolder!
Forward, my hearties!
Shoulder to shoulder.

Sight o'er the trunnion--
Send home the rammer--
Linstock and hammer!
Speak for the Union!
Tones that won't stammer!

Men of Columbia,
Leal hearts from Annan,
Brave lads of Shannon!
We are all one to-day--
On with the cannon!