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Show THE IDYL OP BATTLE HOLLOW. War of tho Rebellion, 1E&L No, I won't thar, now, io ! Aad it ain't nothln' I uol And (bar's nary to tell that yon folks yer don't know; ! And H a "Belle, tell ui, do I" and it's "Belle, Is It truI" And "Wor'a this yer yarn of the majir and you I" Till I'm ilck of it all so I am, bul I "M.u'o , Ilint l noiliin' to jou. Well, then, II-ten II-ten I yer goce. It was after th flcbt, and around ns all oieht Thar viie poppfn' and ehootin'.a powt-rlul Hfht; . And iLu nigvn had llixl, and auul Chlo' was at.'d, I And Pinky and Milly were bid in the ihed; And 1 ran out at di break, and roibiu' as ntjh But the growl in' of cannon low down in the iky. And I saw not a thing, as I ran lo the spring, But a ipllniered fouoe rail and a brokea-iown And a bird said ' Ke'chpe I" as It at on a tree; As if ii was lonesome aud plad to teo oc; And I nlitd up my pail and wu ri-)Qj tu go, When up comes tho major a canterin' slow. When lie eaw me he drew iu bis reins, and then On thf guto-post hia bridle, and what dooi he do But eo mo dowu whero 1 sal; and be liftod his hat. And he say well, thar ain't any med to toll tbat 'Twaa lomo fooliihness, snre, but it 'mounted te this, That ho askel for a drink, and ho wanted a kiss. Then 1 said (I was mad), "For tho water. Ind, You're too ttig aud must aloop; for a kiss, li's as bad, You ui'nt nsar big enough.' And I turned In a hulT, When tbat major ho laid bii white band on my cull, And be aayg, "You're a trump! Tako my piito), Bnt hboot the next man that in -ml la you, my Then ho stooped to tho pool, Tory qniot and cool, Leavlu' me wuli tnnl pistol stuck tburo liko a Tool, V, iii' a there llaabod on my si gut a ipiick giiwiafcr of light From the top of tho little s tone-feu co on the right, And I tucw 'twas a riflo; and bock of it all Rose tho face of tbat buukwhackur, Cberokie liall i Then I iclt in my dread that tho monxrnt the head Of tho miijor wa lifted, the m.jor was dt-nd. And I eioud sliil and whita, but Lord ! gal, iu spile Of my care, that domed plitol went on in my irlght I Wont olf true as gospil ! and Btrancrt of all It HCtuallj injured that Chookeo llall. That's all now, go 'Jong. Yos, some folks thinks it s wrong. And t liar's Mime wants to know to what tide I But 1 savs,'"Sorved him right !" and I go all my mkhi. In lovo or in war, for a fair, stand-up light; Aod as for tbo major sb . I girl , dou'l you know Tint Lord I (bar's bin step in iho garden buluW. BLST HAbTE. |