Across the field 15,000 gray
Marched into the hellish fire
Over fallen comrades and fallen friend
And over the blood soaked mire

Over the wall into the gates of hell
Where for a moment they held the ****** ground
Only to be forced away in defeat
Torn and beaten down

Misery and pain and agony reigned supreme
From the Union cannons shot
As it sent death through Picketts men
And now his men are not

The gray clouds of defeat hung heavy
For on this day they would no more march
Many brave and mighty souls set free
Such were the men of Picketts Charge