Now, though, he is still just one of the Western leaders, And Little Mac is your darling. You are unshaken By the ruin of Fredericksburg, the wounds of Antietam, Chancellorsville is a name in the Wilderness, Your pickets, posted in front of the Chickahominy, Hear the churchbells of Richmond, ringing; Listen well to those bells, they are very near tonight, But you will not hear from them again for three harsh years.