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In the solemn of the woods that swept The field where his comrades found him,
They buried him there—and strong- men wept, As in silence they gathered 'round him.
THE CAVALIER'S GLEE.
By Capt. Blackford, of General Stuart's Staff.
Air—" The Pirate's Glee."
Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding" Of barbs that bear us to the fray ;
" The charge " our bugles now are sounding, And our bold Stuart leads the way.
Chorus.—The path to honor lies before us Our hated foeman gather fast; At home bright eyes are sparkling for us, And we'll defend them to the last.
Spur on ! spur on ! we love the rushing Of steeds that spurn the turf they tread;
We'll through the Northern ranks go crushing, With our proud battle-flag o'erhead.
Spur on ! spur on ! we love the flashing
Of blades that battle to be free; 'Tis for our sunny South they're clashing,
For household gods and liberty.