. Bomb. stricken dumb. Russell, the coolest of them leaning back against the wall,Recoimting to a crowd of bo)-sHow he was frightened by the noise. Rejoicing fills the ]\Iollies hearts. But splendidly they played their parts— Denouncing the incarnate fiend \\ho blew up magazine. A week has the storm has ceased,And all but ha\e been appeased. He called together a Court Martial ;Old Bill)- acted as chief martial. Old Mike was there, «ith mein white cra\at and shining pate ;Old John was la\\yer in the ferret out the rascal base. The court at first
. Bomb. stricken dumb. Russell, the coolest of them leaning back against the wall,Recoimting to a crowd of bo)-sHow he was frightened by the noise. Rejoicing fills the ]\Iollies hearts. But splendidly they played their parts— Denouncing the incarnate fiend \\ho blew up magazine. A week has the storm has ceased,And all but ha\e been appeased. He called together a Court Martial ;Old Bill)- acted as chief martial. Old Mike was there, «ith mein white cra\at and shining pate ;Old John was la\\yer in the ferret out the rascal base. The court at first suspected Ruffin ;They all agreed he was a tough un ;He took the oath, the Bible in a short time was dismissed. The next called haught)- ,But he « as ready for the tussel;Tr) as they could they found no soon the court dismissed him too. Soon after, to Old Johns jur) brought the verdict in :The Arsenal, as has been blown to —cause ^Srowlc^ h- ,1-, at the ancient V. M. I., At mess in Company A.,en first I saw the irrowley disli, And fainted dead a\va\-. As \-on will ask what Growle_\- means To you I will explain—Altliough when I recall the truck. It fills ni_\- soul with pain. Of all the hash I e\cr saw, This dish it takes the cake ; Gi\ e me m\- choice fair _\Outhful cit Id much prefer a snake. But what a soldier has for food. At this old V. I\I. I.,Would make an Anaconda sick— A Hottentot would die. One morning in the dish I foundA piece of old dog collar; 1 know not what the symbol meant—I tr\- the trutli to follnw. Although this thing maj- seem too thin,And though I am no gluttnn. Vet in this dish one winter mornI chewed Sams collar button. There was a pup—his name was Hoots A slick concern ;They worked him in the groule\- dish. And didnt care a durn. .\iid oft the |y frow_\- stuff All tangled up with hairHas broken my sleep with fitful dreams And eke with mad nightmare. Take m
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