| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
SKEDADDLE. |
95 |
||
|
" O, stay," a cullered pusson said, " An' on dis bosom res' your hed !" The Octoroon she winked her eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Skedaddle !
" Beware McClellan, Buell, and Banks, Beware of Halleck's deadly ranksl" This was the planter's last good-night; The chap replied, far out of sight, Skedaddle I
At break of day, as several boys From Maine, New York, and Illinois, Were moving southward, in the air They heard these accents of despair, Skedaddle !
A chap was found, and at his side A bottle, showing how he died, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the odd device, Skedaddle !
*
There in the twilight, thick and gray, Considerably played out he lay; And through the vapor, gray and thick, A voice fell, like a rocket-stick, Skedaddle ! |
|||