1861 Dec[ember] 7 Camp Pierpoint

A few Rhymes on the
Naval Expedition
TO
PORT ROYAL
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BY HENRY ALBERT SETLEY

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We're now across the famed Potomac,
To fight the Rebels we have come,
The Yankee fleet has shelled Port Royal.
And struck Secession deaf and dumb.

So let the Rebels boast if they will,
Our boys will hold Port Royal still,
Old Secesh can never whip them,
For our guns are manned with Yankee skill.

Before our boys were scarcely landed,
The contrabands came flocking in,
Saying massa dear, we did not think
Your gallant fleet could ever win.

Where is the great Mosquito fleet,
That was to fight with might and wonders,
They went up to the creek at double quick,
Well whipped and scared by Yankee thunder.

While in the hottest of the strife,
Old TATNALL, making sure of his bacon,
Jumped on shore to save his life,
And thus it was--he was not taken.

By shot and shell the Rebels fell,
Had they not better remained loyal,
With Yankee boys they are but toys,
For so it seemed about Port Royal.

And now the South is sunk in sorrow,
The old Palmetto Flag is down,
The Stars and stripes are proudly floating,
On Hilton Head, and Beauford Town.

Before my rhyme shall quite be ended,
I'll not forget the Keystone State,
One hundred thousand men she furnished,
Her share of glory will be great.

When the time to show her valor,
The hour of trial shall be at hand,
Pennsylvania's sons will answer,
And before the foe will boldly stand.

Now to conclude and end my rhyme,
A few remarks I now shall make,
Southern Chivalry's not worth a dime,
And the North it is too wide awake.


possibly Henry Setley of the 3rd Regiment, Pennsylvania Reserve Infantry (32nd Volunteers)
Broadside 1861 .S47