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THE HERO OF SUGAR PINE
“Oh, tell me, Sergeant of Battery B,
Oh, hero of Sugar Pine!
Some glorious deed of the battle-field,
Some wonderful feat of thine.
Oh, hero of Sugar Pine!
Some glorious deed of the battle-field,
Some wonderful feat of thine.
“Some skillful move, when the fearful game
Of battle and life was played
On yon grimy field, whose broken squares
In scarlet and black are laid.”
Of battle and life was played
On yon grimy field, whose broken squares
In scarlet and black are laid.”
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“Ah, stranger, here at my gun all day,
I fought till my final round
Was spent, and I had but powder left,
And never a shot to be found;
I fought till my final round
Was spent, and I had but powder left,
And never a shot to be found;
“So I trained my gun on a rebel piece:
So true was my range and aim,
A shot from his cannon entered mine
And finished the load of the same!”
So true was my range and aim,
A shot from his cannon entered mine
And finished the load of the same!”
“Enough! Oh, Sergeant of Battery B,
Oh, hero of Sugar Pine!
Alas! I fear that thy cannon's throat
Can swallow much more than mine!”
Oh, hero of Sugar Pine!
Alas! I fear that thy cannon's throat
Can swallow much more than mine!”
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