Connecticut, Michigan and the gathered West, Salute you, congressmen! The red-fezzed Fire-Zouaves, flamingo-bright, Salute you, congressmen! The raw boys still in their civilian clothes, Salute you, congressmen! The second Wisconsin in its homespun grey, Salutes you, congressmen! The Garibaldi Guards in cocksfeather hats, Salute you, congressmen! The Second Ohio with their Bedouin-caps, Salutes you, congressmen! Sherman’s brigade, grey-headed Heintzlemann, Ricketts’ and Griffin’s doomed and valiant guns, The tough, hard-bitten regulars of Sykes Who covered the retreat with the Marines, Burnside and Porter, Willcox and McDowell, All the vast, unprepared, militia-mass Of boys in red and yellow Zouave pants, Who carried peach-preserves inside their kits And dreamt of being generals overnight; The straggling companies where every man Was a sovereign and a voter⁠—the slack regiments Where every company marched a different step;