THREE CHEERS FOR OUR JACK MORGAN.

By Eugene Raymond.

The snow is in the cloud, and night is gathering o’er us.
The winds are piping loud and fan the blaze before us;
Then join the jovial band, and tune the vocal organ;
And with a will we’ll all join in—three cheers for our Jack Morgan!

Chorus.—Gather round the camp-fire, our duty has been done,
Let’s gather round the camp-fire, and have a little fun.
Let’s gather round the camp-fire, our duty has been done,
’Twas done upon the battle-field, three cheers for our Jack Morgan!

Jack Morgan is his name—the fearless and the lucky;
No dastard foe can tame the son of old Kentucky.
His heart is with his State, he fights for Southern freedom,
His men their General’s word await—they’ll go where he will lead ’em.
Chorus.

He swore to free his home—to burst her chains asunder,
With sound of trump and drum, and loud Confederate thunder;
And in the darksome night, by light of homesteads burning,
He’ll put the skulking foe to flight, their hearts to wailings turning.
Chorus.

The dungeon dark and cold could not his body prison,
Nor tame a spirit bold that o’er reverse had risen.
Then sing the song of joy—our toast be lovely woman;
And Morgan, he’s the gallant boy to plague the hated foeman!