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324 SERGEANT CHAMPE.
The bushes pass'd him like the wind, And pebbles flew asunder.
The guard was left far, far behind, All inix'd with mud and wonder.
Lee's troops paraded, all alive,
Although 'twas one the morning,
And counting o'er a dozen or more, One sergeant is found wanting.
A little hero,3 full of spunk,
But not so full of judgment,
Press'd Major Lee to let him go,
With the bravest of his reg'ment.
Lee summon'd cornet Middleton, Expressed what was urgent,
And gave him orders how to go
To catch the rambling sergeant.
Then forty troopers, more or less, Set off across the meader;
'Bout thirty-nine went jogging on A-following their leader.