Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1872-04-06

SUNG DY A LOUISIANA SOLDIER.
Come, boys, and listen while ! sing
The greatest fight yet fought,
That time the hated Yankee
real Tartcr caught.
Twas not the first Manassas,
Won by our Brauregnrd,
Nor Prriyyille, nor B' lmont,
though Polk there hit him hard;
Nor was II famous Shiloh,
. Where Sydney johnson fell
Nc--these were mighty battles,
but a greater will tell.
Twas fought IN Sunday morning.
Within tho church's walls,
And shall he known In history
AZ the battle of 81. Panl's
The Yankee, Strong, commanded,
For Butler, the abhor'd,
And the Reverend Mr.. Goodrich
Bore the banner of the Lord.
The bell had ceased its tolling,
The service nearly done
The Psalms and lessons over,
The Lords prayer just begun,
when as the Priest and people.
Said "IIullowcd be thy name
A voice In tones of thunder
His order did proclaim:
"As this house has been devoted
To Great Jehovah's praise,
Aud no prayer for Abra'm Lincoln
Within its walls yon raise,
Therefore of rank secession,
1t Ia an impious nest,
And stop all further service,
And tho clergyman arrest;
And in the name of General Builer,
i order furthermore
That this assembly scatter,
And the sexton close The door.
Up rose the congregation
We men were all array,
And onr wives and little children
Alone remained to pray.
But when hns Southern won an
Before u Yankee quailed?
Aud these with tongues undaunted
That Lincolnite assailrd.
In vain he called his soldiers
Their darts around him flew,
And the strong man then discovered
What n wonhan's tongue can do.
Some cried, ave knew that Butler
On balos and women ward.
But we did not think 20 find him
In the temple of he Lord"
Some pressed around their pastor,
Some on the villain gazed,
Who against the Lords annointed,
His bastard arm had raised.
Som; said Zen to n Yankee
We would not do sncli wrong,
As to mistake another
For the gallant Major Strong;"
So we'll Look upon the hero,
rill his face we cannot ,.oubt;
While stout old lady shouted,
DO some one kick INN out
lie is worthy of his Ruler,
For he fights with women braver
Than he fought at Ponchatoula."
But when the storm ragged iiercest
And hearts were all atlame,
Like oil on troubled waters,
The voice of blessing came.
For tho, gli with angry gestures,
The Yankee bid him cease,
The Priest, with haiids mpliited,
Bid his people go in peace;
Aud called down heavenly blessings
Upon that tossing crowd,
" hilc the men their teeth were clinchinS,
Aud the women sobbing lond.
And then with mind undaunled
lie passed along the aisle
The gallant Yankee hero
Behind him al the while.
"You better bring a gunboat,
For that's your winning card"
Said a naughty little beauty,
As the strong man called guard.
.'Tis only meath their shelter
You Yankees ever fight
Cried another spunky woman,
Who stood upon his right.
But the Major thought cannon,
or his men could not succeed
In cleaning of the side walk.)
Would he all that ne should need,
And guess his light artilrry
'Gainst Christ Church he will range,
When his "basc of operations"
Next Sunday he shall "change."
Twas thus the tyrant Butler
Mid wUmcn's sobs and tears,
Seized priest before the altar
lie had served for twenty years.
We knew in darkest ages
church was holy ground,
When from the hand Of justice
refuge might he found;
And from the meaiirst soldier,
To the highest In the land,
None dared to touch the fugitive,
Who should within il stand.
Twas left the bcastly Butler
To violate its walls,
And to be known In future
As the "victor of st. Paurs"
lie has called our wives "She-addcr,"
And he shall feel their sting.
For the voice Of outraged women
Through every land shall sing.
He shall stand with Austrian haybau
Upon the rolls of fame,
And bear TO latest ages
A base, dishonnrcd name.
Nv ORLEANS, Nov. eth, 1863.