“rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
That shines on his breast like an amulet!”
“Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead,
There ’s music around when my barrel ’s...
Ha! bully for me again, when my turn for picket is over,
And now for a smoke as I lie, with the moonlight, out in the clover.
My pipe, it ’s only a knot from the root of a brier-wood tree,
But it turns my heart to the Northward—Harry gave it to me.
And I ’m...
Speed on, speed on, good Master!
The camp lies far away;
We must cross the haunted valley
Before the close of day.
How the snow-blight came upon me
I will tell you as I go,—
The blight of the Shadow-hunter
Who walks the midnight...
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
With a pitcher of milk, from the fair of Coleraine,
When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,
And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain.
“O, what shall I do now—’t was looking at you now!...
