Sherry’s in the saddle,
Sherry’s in the saddle,
  Zip-zip-zip!  Zip-zip-zip! 
  Rat-tat-tat!  Rat-tat-tat! 
Boys in gray skedaddle,
Boys in gray skedaddle,
  Zip-zip-zip!  Zip-zip-zip! 
  Rat-tat-tat!  Rat-tat-tat! 
Sherry’s in the saddle,
Sherry’s in the saddle,
The Southron gray
  Bites grass to-day,
For Sherry’s in the saddle,

Sherry in the saddle,
Sherry in the saddle,
  Zip-zip-zip!  Zip-zip-zip! 
  Rat-tat-tat!  Rat-tat-tat! 
Union foes skedaddle,
Union foes skedaddle,
  Zip-zip-zip!  Zip-zip-zip! 
  Rat-tat-tat!  Rat-tat-tat! 
Sherry in the saddle,
Sherry in the saddle,
  By night or day,
  ’Twixt Blue and Gray,
  There’s hell to pay,
When Sherry’s in the saddle.

HOME!  HOME!

    Home!  Home! 
    Man may roam
While the blood of life is brimming,
While the head’s with glory swimming;
But, when Love and Life are over,
Bring him to the village clover,
    Home!  Home!

    Home!  Home! 
    Bring him home,
Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him,
Where remorse no more shall rive him,
Where the ever weeping willow
Moults to make its leaves his pillow,
    Home!  Home!

    Home!  Home! 
    He is home,
Where his song was ever sounding,
Where his blood was ever bounding,
Here, at last, he leaves his madness,
All his love and all his sadness,
    Home!  Home!

THE CUSTER WAIL.

Dead!  Where the bold and brave
Blend in one bloody grave;
Dead!  With no coward clay
Weltering in gore that day. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  With his boys in blue,
Baptized in bloody dew. 
Dead!  Where his enemy
Fled from his fearless eye. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Like a meteor,
Flashed o’er the field of war. 
Dead!  With immortal pride,
Glorious and glorified. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the captives sing
Saved by his rifle’s ring. 
Dead!  Where the painted brave
Bled by his gory glaive. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the feathered game
Fell at his deadly aim. 
Dead!  Where the buffalo
Found him a gallant foe. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the prairie steed
Vainly exerts his speed. 
Dead!  Where the antlered stag
Dies on the dizzy crag. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the valleys sink
Low to the river’s brink. 
Dead!  Where the mountains spring
Higher than eagle’s wing. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the solar glows
Eastward and upward rose. 
Dead!  Where the evening’s gold
Westward and downward rolled. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.

Dead!  Where the streamy vales
Murmur their tender tales. 
Dead!  Where the ocean’s roll
Sobs for the passing soul. 
  Dead!  Dead!  Ah!—­Dead to me.