Show 4 PRWAT BLAIRIOiP REGULARS Clinton Scollard Leslies Weekly It was Private Blair of the regulars before be-fore dread El Caney Who felt with every throb of his wound the lifetide ebb away And as he dwelt in a fevered dream on the home of hIs youthful Years He heard near by the moan and sigh of two of the volunteers He raised him up and gazed at them and likely lads they were But when he bade them pluck up heart he found they could not stir Then a bullet plowed the sodden loam and his fearless face grew darK For he saW through the blur a sharpshooter sharp-shooter who made the twain his mark And hIs strength leaped Into his limbs again and his fading eye burned bright And he gripped his gun with steady hand and lanced along the sight Then another voice in that choir 01 fire outspake with deadly stress And In the trench at EI Caney there lurked a Spaniard less But still the moans of the volunteers went up through the murky air And there kindled the light of a nojile thought in the brain of Private Blair The flask at his sIde he had drained It firnin the bllsterlntl scorch and shine So unappalled ho crept and crawled In the face of the firing line The whirring bullets spell oerheall and the great shells burst with a roar And the shrapnel tore the round around like the tusks of the grisly boar But on he went with high intent un he covered the space between And came to the place where the SpanIard Span-Iard lay and clutched his full canteen can-teen I Then he wriggled back oer the bloody track while death drummed loud in his ears And Dressed the draught he would fain have quaffed to the lIps ot the volunteers vol-unteers Drink cried he dont think of me for Im only a regular 1Vhile you have homes In the motherland mother-land where your waiting loved ones are Then his soul was sped to the peace of the dead All praise to the men who dare And honor be from sea sea to the deed at Private Blair |