Molly's dream.
I had a vision other night,When all around was rain;
I dreamt I saw sweet Willie B
A-coming down the lane;
A cannon-ball was in his bat,
A “Minnie” in his band;
Says he, “We're going further South,
To make Jeff. Davis stand.
And now, my dearest Molly,
Please not to weep for me;
I'm going further South, you know,--
Perhaps to Tennessee.”
He took his hat from off his head,
The whisky from his chin,
He laid his “Minnie” on the ground,
And then began to grin;
He put a kiss upon my lips;
I listened while he spake--
Says he, “We're going further South,
Jeff. Davis for to take.
And now, my dearest Molly,
Please not to weep for us;
We're going further South, you know,
To take that Davis cuss.”
--Boston Post.
