The book of joyous children . ly dancing off to warAs dancing a cotillion. I want to he a Soldier !— A Soldier!— A Soldier!—I want to he a Soldier, with a sabre in my handOr a little carhine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the hand. [35] THE BOY PATEIOT • I want to see the battle !— The battle !- The battle !-I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end j—I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattleOf all the pretty compliments the enemy can send !—And then I know my wits will go,—and where I should nH be—Well, there
The book of joyous children . ly dancing off to warAs dancing a cotillion. I want to he a Soldier !— A Soldier!— A Soldier!—I want to he a Soldier, with a sabre in my handOr a little carhine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the hand. [35] THE BOY PATEIOT • I want to see the battle !— The battle !- The battle !-I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end j—I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattleOf all the pretty compliments the enemy can send !—And then I know my wits will go,—and where I should nH be—Well, there s the spot, in any fight, that you may search for , when our foes have had their fill. Though I m among the see The Old Flag flying still,I 11 laugh to leave her flying ! I want to he a Soldier!— A Soldier!— A Soldier!—I want to he a Soldiery with a sabre m my handOr a little carbine rifle, or a musJcet on my shoulder,Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band. [36] ^^ *^«. ^^^ A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREK, WHICH HADBEEN BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM. EXTREMES A LITTLE boy onceplayed so loud That the Thunder, up ina thunder-cloud, Said, ^^ Since I cant beheard, why, then
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