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Seven Days Fight
Seven Days Fight
From June 26th, to July 4th. 1862.
By James Smith, Co. H. AIR.—Louisiana Lowlands.
Away down in old Virginia not many months ago,
McClellan made a movement, and he made it very slow.
The rebels they soon found it out and pitched into our rear,
They got the very deuce, for they found old Kearney there.
Chorus. —In the old Virginia lowlands, lowlands, lowlands,
In the old Virginia lowlands, low.
Again at Savage Station we met the rebel foe,
That General Sumner whipped them, their list of killed will show.
Then fighting Josey Hooker, he came up with his train,
He met them on the third day, and walloped them again.
The rebels they still followed us, their numbers two to one,
But "Little Mac," he let them see that Yankees would not run,
For every place they attacked us, we dearly made them pay,
And when the shades of night fell round us we cooly walked away.
Again they tried to surround us and attack us in the rear,
But every place they showed themselves they found the Yankees there.
"Mac" thought that he would stop the fun and bring it to an end,
The only way to do that was for Couche's men to send.
When we heard that Mac had sent for us with joy our hearts did fill,
And we were quickly ready on the top of Malvern Hill;
The rebels they advanced on us but we were not dismayed,
They might as well have met the devil as Albercrombe and his Brigade.
The rebels they commenced the fight by throwing shot and shell,
That was a game they soon found out that Couche's men could them excel.
We fought them from the morning dawn until the setting sun,
Among the killed and wounded why they had three to one.
The twenty-third, the eighty-second, were early on the ground,
The 61st, and the New York Chasseurs, soon showed themselves around.
Then came the First Long Island, we all done our work quite well,
As many a wounded rebel from experience can tell.
When we came to James river the boys began to cheer,
When they seen the little Monitor up the river she did steer,
The rebel General got scared and unto his men did say,
Here comes a Yankee earthquake we had better get away.
Now all you Politicians a word I have for you,
Let our Little Mac alone for he is tried and true.
And you have found out lately that he is our only hope,
For he saved the capital, likewise McDowel and Pope.
Now I think I will finish and bring this to an end,
With three cheers for Little Mac—his every soldier friend.
I would like all agitators and politicians to understand,
If one can save the Union, why Little Mac's the man.
Johnson, Song Publisher, Stationer Printer, No. 7
N. Tenth St., 3 doors above Market, Phila.