...o swear. “Let thunder all the drums!” he cried, While swelled his soul, like Mars: “A million Northern boys I'll get To bring me home my stars.” And on his mare, stout Betsey Jane , To Northside town he flew; The dogs they barked, the bells did ring, And countless bugles blew. “My stolen stars!” cried Uncle Sam-- “My stolen stars!” cried he. &ld...