This poem was found in a special magazine published by Frederick County Civil War Centennial, Inc., of Frederick, Maryland, to celebrate the 100th Anniversary of the Battle of Monocacy, July 9, 1864, and is provided by Mr. Glen Rosenthal of Company E, 20th Maine Volunteers (reactivated). The original "song" predates the "battle that saved Washington," and was enclosed in a letter dated April 20, 1863. It was originally composed by a cavalryman "who patrolled the right of our regiment to the left at Monocacy, and that the boys used to get him to buy whiskey for them at Monocacy."

       THE 10TH VERMONT IN DIXIE
	  
There is a gallant regiment
    Which is called the 10th Vermont
Composed of men who are as good
    As anyone might want;
 nd coming from a State where snow
    In depth, comes several feet,
It is not strange they drink down here
    Where there is no snow to eat!

The regiment is divided in three parts,
    You'll understand;
In "Battle Line"--with center,
    And a "wing" on either hand,
Along the old Potomac--and you
    Need not think it strange
If they would, instead of eating snow,
    Just take a drink, for change.

The "right" is at Monocacy
    In command of Captain Frost,
Whitesford is where the "center" is,
    And where old Stuart crossed,
And, of course, he riled the water
    So those here and those below
Sent to Monocacy for their drink--
    All for the want of snow.

The "left" at Conrad's Ferry,
    Major Chandler is the Peer.
Colonel Henry at the "center"
    Colonel Jewett, Brigadier;
Now officers and men I know
    Would rather stand retreat,
Then say they would refuse a drink,
    Where there is no snow to eat.

But this I'll say in candor
    Of those Green Mountain Boys,
There are none who can excell them much
    Whom Uncle Sam employs;
And 'tis natural for a man to drink
    To keep out cold or heat
Especially in a country
    Where there is no snow to eat.