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326 SERGEANT CHAMPE.
The troopers didn't gallop home, But rested from their labors ;
And some 'tis said took gingerbread And cider from the neighbors.
'Twas just at eve the troopers reach'd The camp they left that morning.
Champe's empty saddle, unto Lee, Gave an unwelcome warning.
" If Champe has suffered, 'tis my fault;" So thought the generous major :
" I would not have his garment touch'd, For millions on a wager ! "
" The cornet told him all he knew,
Excepting of the cider. The troopers, all, spurr'd very well
But Champe was the best rider ! "
And so it liappen'd that brave Champe
Unto Sir Hal deserted, Deceiving him, and you, and me,
And into York was flirted.