Captain Matthew David Logan, Major and Lieutenant-colonel, Long a citizen of Garrard, Long a practicing physician, Led a band of Southern-Rights-men To the troubled land of Dixie; Bore the "Bonnie Blue Flag" above him, Held the Stars and Bars unfurling. Forest, Breckinridge, and Morgan, Gallant gentlemen and soldiers, Were his comrades in the struggle, Were his mighty fellow-suff'rers. His career through countless hardships, His successes and his losses, His adventures without number, Culminating in the northern prisons, At Fort Delaware, Columbus, Morris Island, Fort Pulaski,-- All these woes and hopes defeated, Left their gloomy impress on him, Added years of bitter pining. May the dove of peace brood over Every blighting grief and trial, May all past despair and anguish Hold abeyance till the Judgment. The Confederates were rallied, Oft in haste and stealth and darkness. All the archives of their columns Are obscure, or lost forever. See Appendix, for the gathering Of the names that float about us, Whether officers or privates; Let the blanks be duly pardoned. H. D. Brown,[6] was First Lieutenant Of command of Captain Logan; J. T. McQuery was Lieutenant; James McMurray was a Sergeant, And the Sergeant, Joseph Arnold, Was promoted while in service. Sergeant D. A. King is numbered With the officers belonging To the gallant Third Kentucky, Of the Cavalry--the horsemen. Other names are linked together In my song's replete Appendix. Captain Michael Salter mustered Company E--the Third Kentucky, With Lieutenant L. B. Hudson, Fellow-officer and leader; Samuel Curd, the Orderly Sergeant. Captain Salter's fearless spirit, His bold exploits and his daring, Led him into bonds and capture, Till he languished long in prison, At the Johnson's Island stronghold.