Ransom Mack Poem, undated
123
their heads they soon withdrew
for our rifleman were true
the bullets filled the air in profusion
if a rebel showed his pate
he was shure to be to late
for we sent him to the happy
land of freedom
they like gofers on a mound
they dug holes within the ground
to escape the general conflagration
they began to reason thus
which fate would be the worst
to be shot or die of starvation
Their leaders they abused
and for this they are excused
for their rations were fast being numbered
and all hopes of Johnsons aid
were begining now to fade
for grant evry source had encumbered
They endured it long and well
for their sufferings none can tell
and demanded their gen to surrender
They thretend to desert
and give up Jeff Davis works
and let vicksburg go to thunder /
124
Owes me
Hoverstock 10 cts
Higins 10cts
Miss Gibspy 75
DATABASE CONTENT
| (6952) | DL0987.010 | 74 | Letters | 186X |
Tags: Andrew Johnson, Death (Military), Desertion/Deserters, Fighting, Jefferson Davis, Money
People - Records: 1
- (2386) [writer] ~ Mack, Ransom
SOURCES
Ransom Mack Poem, undated, DL0987.010, Nau Collection
