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At night we travell'd in the rain, All begg'd for shelter, but in vain; Though almost naked to the skin, A dismal pickle we were in.
Then to the half-way house we came, The " Half-way House " 'tis called by name And there we found a soul's relief; We almost miss'd our dreadful grief.
The people gen'rously behav'd, Made a good fire, some brandy gave, Of which we greatly stood in need, As we were wet and cold indeed.
But ere the house we did attain, We trembled so with cold and rain, Our irons jingled—well they might— We shiver'd so that stormy night.
In half an hour or thereabout, The orders were, " Come, all turn out J Ye rebel prisoners, shabby crew, To loiter thus will never do." |
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