When Sherman Marched Down to the Sea
                                   by S.B.M. Meyers

                                           Our campfires shone bright on the mountains
                                           That frowned on the river below.
                                           While we stood by our guns in the morning,
                                           And eagerly watched for the foe.
                                           When a rider came out of the darkness
                                           That hung over mountain and tree.
                                           And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready!
                                           For Sherman will march to the sea"
                                           And shouted "Boys, up and be ready,
                                           For Sherman will march to the sea".

                                           Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman
                                           Went up from each valley and glen.
                                           And the bugles re-echoed the music
                                           That rose from the lips of the men.
                                           For we know that the stars in our banners
                                           More bright in their splendor would be.
                                           And that blessings from North land would greet us,
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea.
                                           And that blessings from North land would greet us,
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea.

                                           Then forward, boys, forward to battle,
                                           We marched on our wearisome way.
                                           And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca,
                                           God bless those who fell on that day!
                                           Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory,
                                           Frowned down on the flag of the free.
                                           But the East and the West bore our standards
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea
                                           But the East and the West bore our standards
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea

                                           Still onward we pressed till our banners
                                           Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls.
                                           And the blood of the patriot dampened
                                           The soil where the Traitor flag falls.
                                           We paused not to weep for the fallen
                                           That slept by each river and tree.
                                           But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea.
                                           But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea.

                                           Proud, proud was our army that morning,
                                           That stood where the pine darkly towers
                                           When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary,
                                           But today, fair Savannah is ours."
                                           Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain,
                                           That echoed o'er river and lea,
                                           And the stars on our banners shone brighter,
                                           When Sherman marched down to the sea.
                                           And the stars on our banners shone brighter,