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The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller), Chapter 8: between battles (search)
on't you know? I'm little Jane, The pride of Battery B. My home? Why, that was burned away, And pa and ma are dead, And so I ride the guns all day Along with Sergeant Ned. And I've a drum that's not a toy, A cap with feathers too, And I march beside the drummer-boy On Sundays at review. But now our bacca's all give out, The men can't have their smoke, And so they're cross,—why, even Ned Won't play with me and joke. And the big Colonel said to-day— I hate to hear him swear— He'd give a leg for a good pipe Like the Yanks have over there. And so I thought, when beat the drum, And the big guns were still, I'd creep beneath the tent and come Out here across th described by Gassaway as occurring in the vicinity of the peaceful scene here reproduced, from a photograph taken a few days after the battle. ‘Indeed I will, for Ned, says he, If I do what I say I'll be a general yet, maybe, And ride a prancing bay.’ We brimmed her tiny apron o'er; You should have heard her laugh As each man