From the men who tried to crush us, Where are they who mustered with you? They were wounded, killed and lost, They lie beneath the southern sands- From the weary march and bivouac, From battle-fields so fierce and gory, All are in our hearts to-day, Sacred ever, more in story. Welcome home! At Fort Donaldson you waited Then with dead you filled the gulches, Welcome home! Welcome, welcome! We remember Welcome home! Welcome, welcome home! From Franklin, Welcome home! Then you saw the rebel host;- Infantry in flying column, Enough of war to fill a volume, At Chickamauga, Pittsburg and Antietam, Pea-Ridge and South Mountain gorges, The Wilderness, Fair Oaks And Gettysburg—the theme enlarges Welcome, welcome! How you cheered! When you heard that Vicksburg's taken! With cannon, roar, and deafening shout, The very ground beneath was shaken. Welcome home! Welcome, welcome home from Corinth, Where hand to hand, you fought the foe; Stumbling o'er the dead and wounded, Until thousands were laid low. Welcome home! Welcome, welcome! what a darkness When brave Thomas seemed o'erpowered, When you heard the shout of Logan, |