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Now this portion of my story will cause your hearts to bleed, It tells of those who halted while going- at full speed. First came Billy Eddins, with musket shot in thigh, He was told by the Yankees, " surrender now or die!"
Then came poor Johnny Burns, with sabre cut in head,
And near by him, and wounded, stood the still unconquer'd
Red; Then Oscar, and June Harris stood near in sore affright— Then came the young De Marcus, in none the better plight.
Yarborough, too, with chalky cheek, was walking down the
road— The Yankees had to some extent relieved him of his load ; His overcoat he had pulled off, and in his shirt he stood, In woeful plight, he was a sight,—his face contain'd no
blood.
Then came the lively Lilly, with teeth hard set in wrath, To think that some had pass'd him by, but pick'd him up
at last! Then Burnes came, and Maynard, then Graham and Jim
Baugh— The gallant Bone was found alone, and bro't back from afar.
But of the handsome Parton I must not fail to tell; His graceful way of riding you all remember well ; But to-day the fates concluded to stop his wild career, So from his horse was jolted by a musket from the rear.
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The gallant Hill, and dashing Dees, were spurring for dear
life, When a Yankee rode with perfect ease upon them with a
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