By Johnston led, Confederates
…Were cats along the way
And crept up on the Union, Grant,
…The unsuspecting prey
At Pittsburg Landing where they camped –
…That’s not the name we know.
There, near a church called place of peace,
…Was war – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!
The unprepared were driven back;
…Two miles of ground were lost –
And men! The South had gained that day
…But Johnston was the cost.
The general, his many men,
…And even more the foe
Had bled away the last of life
…Near peace – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!
Night fell and Grant, saved by the bell
…(That is, by troops of Buell),
Though beaten badly would attack
…The morrow with new fuel.
The first day was the Union’s ebb;
…On Monday was its flow.
With greater force, they took the same
…Two miles. Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!
The greater loss in men and land
…Upon the second day
That balanced what the Union gave
…Was suffered by the Gray.
Two thousand nearly, for each side,
…Received a fatal blow.
And thousands more were casualties
…For naught! – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
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