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SHORT RATIONS; OR, THE CORN-FED ARMY.
Fair ladies and maids of all ages,
Little girls and cadets howe'er youthful, Home-guards, quartermasters and sages,
Who write for the newspapers so truthful! Clerks, surgeons, and supes—legislators,
Staff officers, (fops of the Nation,) And even you, dear speculators,
Come list to my song of starvation !
Chorus.—For we soldiers have seen something rougher Than a storm, a retreat, or a fight, And the body may toil on, and suffer With a smile, so the heart is all right!
Our bugles had roused up the camp,
The heavens looked dismal and dirty, And the earth looked unpleasant and damp,
As a beau on the wrong side of thirty; We were taking these troubles with quiet,
When we heard from the mouths of some rash ones, That the army was all put on diet,
And the Board had diminish'd our rations!
Reduce our rations at all?
It was difficult, yet it was done— We had one meal a day—it was small—
Are we now, Oh, ye gods! to have none?