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162 THE LAST MAN OF BEAUFORT,
THE LAST MAN OF BEAUFORT*
Air—"The Last Rose of Summer."
'TIS the last man at Beaufort,
Left sitting alone; All his valiant companions Had " vamosed " and gone;
No secesh of his kindred
To comfort is nigh, And his liquor 's expended.
The bottle is dry !
" We '11 not leave thee, thou lone one,
Or harshly condemn — Since your friends have all ' mizzled,'
You can't sleep with them ;
" And it's no joking matter
To sleep with the dead ; So we '11 take you back with us —
Jim, lift up his head ! "
* On the day the town of Beaufort, S. C, was entered by the National troops, all the inhabitants were found to have fled, except one white man, who, being too much intoxicated to join his compatriots in flight, had been forced to remain behind.