With no stunning result save forcing the Confederates to abandon Kentucky once more, Perryville was a terribly bloody battle with the Confederates losing over 3000 men and the Federals suffering some 4000 casualties. Distinguishing itself on that "ensanguined" Kentucky battlefield was the First Tennessee, called the Kid Glove Regiment, as the unit primarily consisted of youths from Nashville and central Tennessee.
Far and wide on Perryville's ensanguined plain,
The thunder and carnage of battle resounded;
And there, over thousands of wounded and slain,
Riderless steeds from battle's shock rebounded.
Cheatham's division was fiercely attacking,
And proudly from his men rose cheer after cheer,
As before them McCook was sullenly backing,
Gallantly fighting as he moved to the rear.
On Cheatham's left, Stewart's guns roared and rattled,
And in the center, Donelson onward bore;
On the right, Maney's brigade charged and battled,
Valiantly driving the stubborn foe before.
'Twas there, held in reserve, impatiently lay
The First Tennessee, the "Knights of the Kid Glove,"
Eager and chafing to join the bloody fray—
Help their brave comrades, and their own powers prove.
Soon was their impatient valor to be tried,
Soon were they to charge to the cannon's grim mouth—
Soon upon the battle's crimsoned wave to ride—
Soon to prove themselves worthy "Sons of the South."