A-Smoking His Cigar |
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. Chorus: 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." Chorus:
4. And now, let politicans wait |