The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1865-07-26
GENERAL GRANT AT vIcKsBURo.
AlR-"HApPY LAND OF CANAAN"

ArR-"HArPY LAND OF CANAAN"
General Logan played trump,
Which made the rebels hum,
lie we'll understood his position
He made them "up and git"
And we knew not where they Nt-
AS Tor this we made no provision.
CnoRUs-Ho! no. no. &c.
CHoRus-Ho! hol hol hal bat hat
There stood the terror of rebellion;
General Grant knew it too,
And had nothing else to do,
But lead on his Army of the Union.
Their works were undermined,
An explosion he designed,
And though the charge worked not its mission;
1t hoisted two or three,
i And blew darkey free,
: From Slavery to the side of Freedom.
CHoErs-Ho! ho, ho, &c.
Their heads they soon withdrew,
For our ri1e-men were true.
The bullets filed the air In profusion,
II rebel showed his pate,
He was sure to be too late,
For We sent him to the land Of seelusion.
CHoRrs-Ho! no. ho, &c.
They like gophers run around.
And dug holes within the ground.
10 escape the general condagratiOn;
They began - reason thus,
Which fate would be the worst,
To be shot or die Of starvation.
CHoRrs-Hol no, ho, &c.
Their leader they abused,
And for this they are excused,
For their rations were fast being numbered;
And all hopes of Johnsons aid,
We're beginning now to fade,
For Grant every source had encumbered.
CaoRUs-Ho! ho, no, &c.
They endured It long and well,
For their suffering none can tell,
And demanded their Genei al to surrender;
They threatened to desert,
And give up JEFF Davis work,
And submit 1t to its stubborn defender.
CHoRCs-Ho! ho, ho, &c.
We threw them over bricks,
And their bayonets did unfix,
We whispered to them, ''reb's come to supper"
They asked of us "hard tack"
And grcnades we threw them back,
Which whistled them the tune "Dan Tucker"
CHORus-Ho! no, no, &c.
twas on the third of July,
That their General did apply,
A Gag on the line he presented;
And on that very day,
Faithful history II always say,
That the grip of rebellion relented.
CHoRrs-Hoi no. ho, &c.
The terms first proposed
They were publicly disclosed,
And Grant just public declining;
But at last they came to terms,
Which you have doubtless learned,
And saved me need of defining.
CHoRus-Ho! ho, ho, &c.
Twas on tho Fourth Of July,
And the rebels don't deny,
That our flag resumed its position;
And through ages may it wave,
Der a land of free and brave,
The pride Of our hopes and ambition.
CHoRus-Ho! no, no, &c.
In the early part of May.
So the book of records say,
General Grant with his Army Of the Union,
Notwithstanding rebel blow,
Determined where to 60,
And strike on the head Of rebellion.
At Grand Gulf we met them first,
And there they got the worst.
They withdrew from the field in confusion;
We captured several guns,
And caused them all to run,
And surrender to the Army of the Union.
CHoRJs-Ho! hol no? &c.
At Raymond next. we came,
And there it was the same
They tremblcd when they saw US advancing;
And when the charge was made,
They preferred some other shade
And retreated in their own style of marching.
CHoRus-llo! no, no, &c.
We left our prisoners there.
And to jackson did repair,
Here We met the seniors of rebellion:
Palmetto boys did boast
Of their relentless host,
But acknowledged that for once we repelled thc
CHoIus-Ho! ho, no, &C.
We whipped them all around,
Though well they stood their ground,
They knew not the foe they were fighting;
They stood well at Champion Hill,
But soon they got their fill.
And at Black River all went a-kiting.
CHoRuS-Ho! ho, no. &c.
Thus much at our command
We at Ficksburg took our stand,
And requested General Penn to surrender:
His answer being may"
We commenced without delay.
To charge on this hopeful defender.
CHoRus-Ho! no, no, &c.
General Ransom led the way,
With his men in stern array
But found 1t too great an undertaking.;
Then general charge was made,
By Grant the plan WAS laid,
Which resulted in q murderous raking.
CHoRus-Ho! no, ho, &c.
1t was now clearly seen,
Though the fact we tried to screen.--
That the works were hard to be taken;
And yet we knew full well,
That another charge would tell,
But the plan was at once forsaken.
CHoRUs-Ho! ho, ho, &c.
The plan that Grant had laid,
Now upon their bacon preyed
For now they drew but quarter rations;
Their peas were getting scant,
And they cursed our General Grant,
And called him the imp of creation.
CHoRUs-Hoi no, no. &c.
Our shelling now increased
And our doubts were all released,
General Grant said they soon must come under;
We approached them every day,
And often heard them say,
That Ficksburg must soon go to thunder.
CHoRUs-Ho! no, no, &C.