PATRIOTIC SONGS AND HYMNS.
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XI.
They bore him to the surgeon,
A busy man was he ;
"A drummer-boy—what ails him?"
His comrades answered, "See!"
As they took him from the stretcher,
A heavy breath he drew,
And his little fingers strove to beat
The rat-tat-too !
XII.
The ball had spent its fury:
" A scratch," the surgeon said,
As he wound the snowy bandage
Which the lint was staining red!
" I must leave you now, old fellow."
" Oh ! take me back with you,
For I know the men are missing me,
And the rat-tat-too.'"
XIII.
Upon his comrade's shoulder
They lifted him so grand,
With his dusty drum before him,
And his drum-sticks in his hand !
To the fiery front of battle;
That nearer, nearer drew—
And evermore he beat, and beat,
His rat-tat-too !
XIV.
The wounded, as he passed them,
Looked up and gave a cheer;
And one in dying blessed him,
Between a smile and tear!
And the gray-backs—they are flying
Before the coats of blue,
For whom the little drummer beats
His rat-tat-too.
xv.
When the west was red with sunset,
The last pursuit was o'er ;
Brave Lyon rode the foremost,
And looked the name he bore !
And before him on his saddle,
As a weary child would do,
Sat the little drummer fast asleep,
With his ral-tat-too.
FLAG-SONG OF THE MICHIGAN VOLUN¬
TEERS.
BY D. BETHUNE DUFFIELD.
Adapted to the Anvil Chorus from Trovatore.
I.
Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling,
From hill-side and valley, from mountain and
river,
"Forward the flag!" e'en though heroes are
falling.
Our God will his own chosen standard ddiro-,
Chorus.
Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are
clinging,
Lead us to victory, or wrap us m aea„n—
To thee stanch are we, while yet a breath
Remains to sing thee:
Or arm to fling thee,
O'er this fair land, wide and free.
n.
" Union and Freedom!" our war-cry is rolling,
Now over the prairie, now wide o'er the
billow,
Hark, 'tis the battle, and soon will be tolling
The knell of the soldier, whe rests 'neath
the willow.
Star-Spangled Banner, etc.
m.
Banner triumphant! though grand is thy story,
We'll stamp on thy folds, in this struggle to¬
day,
Deeds of our armies, transcending in glory
The bravest yet chanted in Poesy's lay.
Star-Spangled Banner, etc.
IT.
Wise were our fathers, and brave in the battle,
But treason uprises their Union to sever,
Rouse for the fight! shout aloud 'mid War's
rattle,
The Union must triumph, must triumph for
ever !
Star-Spangled Banner, etc.
v.
Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling,
From hill-side and valley, from mountain and
river,
" Forward the flag!" e'en though heroes are
falling,
Our God will his own chosen standard deliver.
Chorus.
Star-Spangled Banner 1 our hopes to thee are
clinging,
Lead us to victory, or wrap us in death.
Detroit, April 29,1861.
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