[1]With General Grant's victorious name, Michigan, &c. Thy sons still onward march to fame, Michigan, &c. And foremost in the fight we see, Where'er the bravest dare to be, The sabers of thy cavalry, Michigan, &c. Dark rolled the Rappahannock's flood, Michigan, &c, The tide was crimsoned with thy blood, Michigan, &c, Although for us the day was lost, Still it shall be our proudest boast, At Fredericksburg our Seventh crossed, Michigan, &c. And when the happy time shall come, Michigan, &c, That brings thy war-worn heroes home, Michigan, &c. What welcome from their own proud shore, What honors at their feet we'll pour, What tears for those who'll come no more, Michigan, &c. (A grateful country claims them now, Michigan, &c, And deathless laurel binds each brow, Michigan, &c, And history the tale will tell Of how they fought and how they fell, For that dear land they loved so well, Michigan, etc. Note.—The foregoing is a true copy of the original poem, as printed in the Union Vidette in 1863, during the siege of Knoxville.
- ↑ General Custer's favorite stanza.
