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THERE'S A CORPS IN THE SERVICE. 293
We care not for danger — we care not for wealth; So fill up your glasses, and drink to our health.
We never were whipped — we never have run, We fight not for bounty, — for our country we
come, To place the old flag on every mountain-top, — So here 's our respects, will you take a wee drop ?
We 're the boys that are called on, when there 's
work to be done, And before the " Rebels " know it, we '11 whip five
to one; Bullets don't scare us — we care not for noise ; Come, empty your glasses, and drink to the boys.
*> Here 's a tear for our Colonel; * he was one of the
best; Here 's a sigh for the Bucktails that have gone to
their rest; Glorious was their death — they fell fighting like
men, — Let us drink now in silence, in memory of them.
W. A. N.
* Hugh W. McNeil, Colonel of the First Rifles, P. R. V. C, killed at the battle of Antietam, Md., September 16, 1862.