Evenings we knew, Faces we miss, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust! Care, like a dun, Drain we the cup.- In the Red Sea. Mantle it up; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. Sorrows, begone! Duns and their bills, Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite, Leave us to-night, Round the old tree. THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS "A surgeon of the United States' army says, that on inquiring of the Captain of his company, he found that nine-tenths of the men had enlisted on account of some female difficulty." - Morning Paper. Y E Yankee volunteers! It makes my bosom bleed As in the Old one! What-in this company Who march 'neath Stripes and Stars, Along the warlike line Had but one cause to join Deserters from the realm And now, with sword and helm, Together banded are Beneath the Stripe and Star Embroider'd banner! And is it so with all And swords gold-hilted Yon lusty corporal, Yon colour-man who gripes The flag of Stars and Stripes Has each been jilted? Come, each man of this line, O cymbal-beating black, Who caused thy ruin? O nimble fifing Jack, With thy rat-tattooing Confess, ye volunteers, No corselet is so proof Thus always it was ruled: Alcides was befool'd, And silly Sampson shorn, Long, long ere you were born, Poor Yankee Doodle! |