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170 SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE.
SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE.
BY T. B. ALDRICH.
[I must beg the pardon of Private Maguire, of the-----
New York Regiment, for thus publicly putting his sentiments into verse. The following lyric will assure him that I have not forgotten how generously he shared his scanty blanket with me, one terrible night in the Virginia woods, when a blanket was worth fifty dollars an inch.]
OCH ! 'tis nate to be captain or colonel, Divil a bit would I want to be higher ; But to rust as a private, I think 's an infernal Predicament surely," says Private Maguire.
" They can go sparkin' and playin' at billiards, With greenbacks to spend for their slightest desire, Loafin' and atin', and dhrinkin' at Willard's, While we We on the pickets," says Private Maguire.
" Livin' in clover, they think it's a thrifle
To stand out all night in the rain and the mire,