It was a forlorn hope.

We felt we were "gone fawn skins," sure enough.

At every discharge of our guns, we would hear a Yankee squall.

The boys raised a tune-- "I'se gwine to jine the Rebel band, A fighting for my home"-- as they loaded and shot their guns.

Then the tune of-- "Cheer, boys, cheer, we are marching on to battle! Cheer, boys, cheer, for our sweethearts and our wives! Cheer, boys, cheer, we'll nobly do our duty, And give to the South our hearts, our arms, our lives." Our cartridges were almost gone, and Lieutenant Joe Carney, Joe Sewell, and Billy Carr volunteered to go and bring a box of one thousand cartridges.