You may add a word for Mary;
Tell her I was ever true.
Mary took a miff one Sunday,
And so I put on the "blue."
"And I know she has repented,
But I never let her see
How it cut--her crusty answer--
When she turned away from me.
I was never good at coaxing,
So I didn't even try;
But you tell her I forgive her,
And she must not mourn and cry,"
Then he closed his eyes in slumber,
And his spirit passed away,
And his comrades spread a blanket
O'er his cold and silent clay.
At dawn of morn they buried him,
Wrapped in his army-blue.
On the bloody field of Fair Oaks
Sleeps the soldier tried and true.
GRIERSON'S RAID
Mount to horse--mount to horse;
Forward, Battalion!
Gallop the gallant force;
Down with Rebellion!
Over hill, creek and plain
Clatter the fearless--
Dash away--splash away--
Led by the Peerless.
Carbines crack--foemen fly
Hither and thither;
Under the death-fire
They falter and wither.
Burn the bridge--tear the track--
Down with Rebellion!
Cut the wires--cut the wires!
Forward, Battalion!
Day and night--night and day,
Gallop the fearless--
Swimming the rivers' floods--
Led by the Peerless;
Depots and powder-trains
Blazing and thundering
Masters and dusky slaves
Gazing and wondering.
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