[GRANDPA JOE]
Up Chickamauga Hill we rode
The bullets whizzed and loud
The shells they screamed
Hold, hold, they cried, enough!
But on we sped and straight we flew
And never stopped until
We reached the parapet and grasped the flag
And brought the victory home

(spoken)
This leg was crushed that day
This ear was sorely hacked
But praises to almighty God
Behind us came the riding fools
Of Barlow's cavalry—

(sung)
Yaheh! Yaheh! Yaheh!
It's victory or die!
Yaheh! Yaheh! Yaheh!
It's victory or die!

[MESSENGER, spoken]
Extry, extry, war's declared!
[VILLAGERS, spoken]
War's declared!
War! War! War!