| Citizen: | Say, soldier brave, whence do you come, So lightsome and so cheery, With joyful heart, returning home, All war-torn and so weary ? |
| Soldier: | From war's red field in "Dixie Land", Where camp-fires long were burning, From dangers thick on every hand, Right glad am I returning. |
| Chorus: | Long live our land, our native land, and those who dared defend her, And victory, by land and sea, May Heaven always send her. |
| Citizen: | Where are the ones who went with you, When war began its drumming, But numbered with the missing now; Say, soldier, are they coming ? |
| Soldier: | Some foremost in the fighting fell; Died many sick and wounded, While thousands starved, Oh! sad to tell! By rebel guards surrounded. |
| Citizen: | How long you fought, tell, soldier, tell, And when you that have ended, How the "Confederacy" fell, And how its hosts were rended. |
| Soldier: | For four long years we fought, and then, Pray listen to my sonnet, What rebels were not caught or slain Were taken in a bonnet. |
| Citizen: | My soldier brave, what shall be done With rebels small and great ones, Who all this course of ruin run, The first one and the late ones ? |
| Soldier: | Let Jeff, and all his leaders hang, As Haman, high and handy, And let the rest, not to be long, Go settle up with "Andy". |
| Citizen: | The "Butternut", my soldier man, It will not do to slight him Who did all things 'gainst "Uncle Sam", But take up arms and fight him. |
| Soldier: | The mark of Cain be on his head, Reproaches on him banging, And let him live in fear and dread, Not good enough for hanging. |