Victory Won at Richmond |
The southern boys may longer lie On the first and fourth of sweet July Our General Beauregard resound For his southern boys at Richmond.
2. That night we laid on the cold ground
3. Next morn the burning sun did rise
4. As soon as the height we strove to gain | 5. As soon as the heights we did command We fought the Yankees hand to hand And many a hero there was slain On the plains at Richmond.
6. And many a pretty fair maid will mourn
7. Thirty thousand Yankees, I heard them say
8. Their guns and knapsacks they threw down |
9. Cease, you Southerners, from your hand Which from Yankees we cannot stand Go spread the news throughout the land Of the victory that was won at Richmond. |