Bomb . bad,Butter bad. Molasses bad and Pies bad— And fifty cents per day. M. E. L., f 115 Wf\^ CChavgc M Bcto Market. At Waterloo and Balaklava, Were deeds of valor done,But vain as grass before the blade, Or snow neath summer sun. They come ! They come ! the cry arose,From all the batterys side; My men ! My men ! Those are but boys,The officer replied. Pour in your shot, pour in your shell,And soon the sun will seeThem halted, broken, fled—The Southern chivalry. They halt! They halt! the colonel cried You soon will see them flee; They come! They come! the men replied, This Southern
Bomb . bad,Butter bad. Molasses bad and Pies bad— And fifty cents per day. M. E. L., f 115 Wf\^ CChavgc M Bcto Market. At Waterloo and Balaklava, Were deeds of valor done,But vain as grass before the blade, Or snow neath summer sun. They come ! They come ! the cry arose,From all the batterys side; My men ! My men ! Those are but boys,The officer replied. Pour in your shot, pour in your shell,And soon the sun will seeThem halted, broken, fled—The Southern chivalry. They halt! They halt! the colonel cried You soon will see them flee; They come! They come! the men replied, This Southern chivalry. No boys are these, nor men for war,But giants in our eyes ;T is not in man to stem this tide—A tide of sacrifice. The battle lulled—two armies gazed Upon that red artillery,Upon those heights where te-st was made Of Southern chivalry. T was not in man to stem that tide. That flowed to victory ;On heights of flame they placed their flag Of Southern chivalry. —George B. Hnrrison, ii6.
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