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SOLDIER SONGS
Hi! — the three-year vet'rans stormed While the skirmish lines were formed At the snub-nosed little carbines that they couldn't fire back!
And the horses, standing there
With their noses in the air — How they kicked and raised the devil down among the tangled trees!
They didn't mind the shooting,
But they'd try to go a-scooting When they got a whiff of redskin on the chilly mountain breeze.
Still, I've not a word of blame For those horses, just the same;
A yelping Injun, daubed with clay, he isn't nice to see. And I ain't forgot the day When my long-legg'd Texas bay
Wasn't scared enough of Injuns not to save my life for me.
I was lyin' snug and low
In a hollow full of snow When the hostiles flanked the squadron from a wooded ridge near by,
And, of course, the boys, at that,
Sought a cooler place to chat, But they didn't know they'd left me with a bullet in my thigh!
But the redskins understood —
Bet your life they always would! — And they came a-lopin' downward for this short-hair scalp of mine,
While I wondered how I'd be
"Soldier a la fricassee," For I didn't know my Texan hadn't bolted with the line,
Till I heard a crunchin' sound, And when I looked around, With the reins against his ankles, there that blaze-face rascal stood! |
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