Songs Of The Soldiers(Union) - online songbook

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Had glanced and struck his ankle, And stretched him with the dead !
He crawled behind a cannon, And pale and paler grew :
But still the little drummer beat His rat-tat-too I
They bore him to the surgeon,
A busy man was he : " A drummer boy — what ails him V "
His comrades answered, " See ! " As they took him from the stretcher,
A heavy breath he drew, And his little fingers strove to beat
The rat-tat-too !
The ball had spent its fury :
" A scratch," the surgeon said, As he wound the snowy bandage
Which the lint was staining red ! " I must leave you now, old fellow. "
" O take me back with you, For I know the men are missing me,
And the rat-tat-too ! "