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"And, lad, if ye're hit (O, bedad, that infernal Jimmy O'Dowd would make love to Maria!)
Whether ye're captain, or major, or colonel, Ye'11 die with the best then," says Private Maguire.
By a lady formerly of Richmond.
Tune—" The Coronach."
Unmoved in the battle,
Whilst friends and foes swerved, Midst roaring1 and rattle,
His heroes were nerved. On Manassas' red plain,
Their unyielding1 front, Gave their chieftain that name,
So strong in war's brunt.
He swoops from the mountain,
Like our own regal bird ; O'er Potomac's blue fountain,
His war scream is heard. Though his foeman be brave,
They shrink from his sword, Who its mighty power gave,
Is the triumphant Lord !