Bewailed his bitter woe.
Then o'er the field our torn flag tossed,
And Chattanooga's slain
Washed out, with the blood of loyal lost,
Dark Chicamauga's stain.
C. W. S., '76.
Bewailed his bitter woe.
Then o'er the field our torn flag tossed,
And Chattanooga's slain
Washed out, with the blood of loyal lost,
Dark Chicamauga's stain.
C. W. S., '76.