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THE LITTLE DRUMMER.
And a caisson's splinters flew; But still the little drummer beat His rat-tat-too !
The right, the left, the centre —
The fight was everywhere : They pushed us here, — we wavered,
We drove and broke them there. The gray-backs fixed their bayonets,
And charged the coats of blue, But still the little drummer beat
His rat-tat-too !
" Where is our little drummer ? "
His nearest comrades say, When the dreadful fight is over,
And the smoke has cleared away. As the Rebel corps was scattering
He urged them to pursue, So furiously he beat and beat
The rat-tat-too !
He stood no more among them, For a bullet as it sped 4