The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1885-02-05
THE ACORN.
The Corps Formerly Commanded BY Gen. Geo. n.
Thomas.

Thomas.
To THE EDITOR: The following song mo!
having seen it published previously in your
paper and the author Of it being unknown to
| me- is sent as small contribution to perpetuate
war incidents and literature and the name OF
the corps these lines honor. Also, in view Of
| the fact that The NATIONAL TRIBUNE is fas,
becoming, if not already so, the principal ma
tional repository in which innumerabe Incl
| dents of song, adventure valor, suffering and
| pleasure, of both general and private nature
| from rank and file and relating to our great
civil war are treasured up, which, being now
read and discussed by thousands of survivors
with so marked interest, will furnish a source
of invaluable information and instruction to
future historians and coming generations.
1t is indeed praisewOrthy act, in justice to
the past and our time, that so many respond
and contribute to your files, and the general
wish of all old soldiers and loyal people cannot
be otherwise than that the number of contribut-
ors enabled to give interesting incidents and
correct data may be augmented day by day, al
least while SO many living participants remain
THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE is pre- -eminently
the best medium in Strengthening out the
many little kinks filling in, as it were, d
dangerous gap on the skirmish-line-in the
great chain of historic evidence and record as
regards the greatest struggle of our age and
time. All success and prosperity to THE
1RlBONE.-ONE OF SAhLlS > DRfGADE, MAIL
haitian, Kan.
SONG OF 1.-THE ACORN CORPS"
Hurrah for the Acorn! ir battle or march,
With Davis to lead us never know fear;
We march to the front to the music of bullets,
And leave the faint towards trembling far in the
rear.
Chorus.
Hurrah for the Acorn! the emblem of Friendship
When traitors behold it they flee in dismay
In war twas triumphant from Ohio to Ocean,
In peace we all VOW it shall never decay
With the Red White and Blue, standing shoulder
to shoulder,
We fight for our flag till traitors depart:
When the cannon's loud voice grows louder and
holder
We close up our ranks to the throb of the heart.
o. where is the column that under brave Thomas
On twenty red fields met the threat ming shock
Received the assaults of Treasons foul minions.
And DER slain comrades stood firm rock !?
1t lives and it breathes, in rapid pnlsatons
Those big hearts still beat for their brothers-in-
arms,
"Who slice p their last sleep and have fought their
last battle,
From the sluggish Ohio, away down to the Ocean,
We have driven the legions of Treason before US
Have planted the Acorn on hillside and valley,
Beneath the broad folds of our flag floating
DER us.
signing,
Disturb not their rest the spirits are free;
Transplanted and watered in Eden above.
They'll bud and take form at the last reveille.
Hurrah for the Acorn! we march to our homes
boys,
Sing peans of praise to a nation now free
We've marched and we've fought for the Stripes
and the Stars,
And our eagles the victor by land and by sea.
Ger the graves of our comrades we'll plant the
green Acorn,
To be watered and nourished by the hand of our
God;
And the monuments raised will blossom and
thrive
Take root and green life in the sanctifed sod!