Into the Georgia troops
Stormed the two hundred.
Wild all their eyes did glare,
Whisked all their tails in air,
Scatt'ring the chivalry there,
While all the world wondered.
Not a mule's back bestraddled,
Yet how they all skedaddled;
Fled every Georgian
Unsabred, unsaddled,
Scattered and sundered.
How they were routed there
By the two hundred.
Mules to the right of them,
Mules to the left of them.
Mules behind them
Pawed, neighed, and thundered;
Followed by hoof and head
Full many a hero fled,
Fain in the last ditch dead;
Back from an "ass's jaw,"
All that was left of them—
Left by the two hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh! the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Mule Brigade—
Long-eared two hundred.
Major-general George H. Thomas issued an order complimenting the column under Major-general Hooker, which took possession of the line from Bridgeport to the foot of Lookout Mountain, for their brilliant success in driving the enemy from every position which they attacked. The repulse by General Geary's command of the greatly superior numbers who attempted to surprise him, will rank among the most distinguished feats of arms of the war.
We moved forward the next evening, and threw up a line of works on the site of this night attack.
