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SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE. |
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And a Rebel hard by with a villainous rifle Jist ready to pop ye," says Private Maguire.
IV.
" Faith, now, it's not that I 'in afther eomplainin';
I 'ni spilin' to meet ye, Jeff. Davis, Esquire ! Ye blag-gard !— it's only I 'm weary of thrainin',
And thrainin', and thrainin'," says Private Maguire.
• v.
• " O Lord, for a row! but, Maguire, be aisy, Keep yourself sweet for the inemy's fire, McClellan 's the saplin' that shortly will plaze ye, Be the holy St. Pathrick ! " says Private Maguire.
vi.
" And, lad, if ye 're hit, (O, bedad, that eternal Jimmy O'Dowd would make up to Maria !)
Whether ye 're sargeant, or captain, or colonel, Ye '11 die with the best, then!" says Private Maguire. |
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