It was on March the 7th in the year of '62
We had a short engagement with Abe Lincoln's crew
Van Dorn was our commander as you remember be
We lost 10.000 of our men, near the indian territory
Pat Price come riding up the line, his horse was in the pace
And as he gave the word 'retreat' the tears rolled down his face
Ten thousand deaths I rather die, than they should gain the field
From there he got a fatal shot and we were forced to yield
I know you brave Missouri boys were never yet afraid
Let's try to form in order, retreat the best we can
The word retreat was passed along, it caused the heathen cry
Helter skelter through the woods, like lost sheep they did fly
At Springfield and Carthage many a hero fell
At Lexington and Dry Wood as near the truth can tell
But such an utter carnage as did I ever see
Happened at old Pea Ridge near the indian territory
It was on March the 7th in the year of '62
We had a short engagement with Abe Lincoln's crew
Van Dorn was our commander, as you remember be
We lost 10.000 of our men, near the indian territory
We lost 10.000 of our men, near the indian territory