Sherman’s March To The Sea Poem by Robert Sheridan

In 1864 we took a little trip
Along with General Sherman near the mighty Mississippi
We took a little hardtack and we took a lotta beans
And we caught the Confederacy in Savannah – there were a lot of screams.

We fired our guns and Johnny Reb kept coming
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a Civil War ago
We fired once more and they began to running
On down the Mississippi to parts unknown.

We looked down the river and we saw the Confederacy coming
There must have been a thousand of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their muskets ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Tecumseh said we could take them by surprise
We didn't fire our muskets till we looked them in the eyes
We held our fire till we saw their weathered faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave them hell.

Yes they ran through the burning houses and they ran through the corn
They ran through the bushes where a Yankee wouldn't go
They ran so fast that the rounds couldn't catch them
On down the Mississippi to parts unknown.

We fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
We grabbed more powder and we fought another round
We try to fill his head with Northern wisdom
But they would never give up their homeland way down South.

'2008'