McClellan is our leader, we 've had our last retreat, We 'll now go marching on. Say, brothers, will you meet us, Say, brothers, will you meet us, Say, brothers, will you meet us, As we go marching on? ***** The girls we left behind us, boys, our sweethearts in the North, The girls we left behind us, boys, our sweethearts in the North, The girls we left behind us, boys, our sweethearts in the North, Smile on us as we march. Oh sweethearts, don't forget us, Oh sweethearts, don't forget us, Oh sweethearts, don't forget us, We 'll soon come marching home. A seaman on board the Vandalia, one of the ships engaged in the capture of Port Royal, wrote a description of the engagement, which has considerable of the light of battle in it. It is entitled:-- THE PORT ROYAL DANCE. Behold our glorious banner floats gayly in the air, But four hours hence base traitors swore we could not plant it there; But brave Dupont he led us on to fight the vaunting foe, And soon the rebel standard was in the dust laid low. Whack row de dow, How are you, old Port Royal? Whack row de dow, How are you, Secesh? When we were seen advancing they laughed with foolish pride, And said that soon our Northern fleet they'd sink beneath the tide; And with their guns trained carefully they waited our advance, And the gallant Wabash soon struck up the music of the dance. The Susquehanna next in line delivered her broadside, With deadly aim each shot was sent and well each gun was plied; And still our gallant ships advanced, and each one, as she passed, Poured in her deadly messengers, and the foe fell thick and fast. Each ship advanced in order, each captain wore a smile, Until the famed Vandalia brought up the rear in style, And as our guns were shortest we balanced to the right, And brought us to the enemy the closest in the fight. Then round the room (Port Royal bay) we took a Highland Fling, And showed them in Fort Walker what loud music we could sing. And then we poured in our broadsides that brought their courage low, And o'er the rebel batteries soon our Union flag did flow. Three cheers for gallant Haggerty, he led us safely through; And three for our loved Whiting, he is the real true blue. Success to every officer who fought with us that day; Together may we pass unscathed through many a gallant fray. A health to every gallant tar who did his duty well,