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THE LITTLE DRUMMER.
V.
He stood among his comrades,
As they quickly formed the line, And when they raised their muskets
He watched the barrels shine ! When the volley rang, he started !
For war to him was new ; But still the little drummer beat
His rat-tat-too.
VI.
It was a sight to see them,
That early autumn day, Our soldiers in their blue coats,
And the Rebel ranks in gray : The smoke that rolled between them,
The balls that whistled through, And the little drummer as he beat
His rat-tat-too!
VII.
His comrades dropped around him, By fives and tens they fell,
Some pierced by Minnie bullets, Some torn by shot and shell;
They played against our cannon,