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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 91 (search)
thern Gulf Wild rang the wordy roar. And all the time good Uncle Sam Sat by his fireside near, Smokina of his kinnikinick, And drinkina lager beer. He laughed and quaffed, and quaffed and laughed, Nor thought it worth his while, Until the storm in fury burst On Sumter's sea-girt isle. O'er the waves to the smoking front, When came the dewy dawn, To see the flag, he looked — and lo! Eleven stars were gone! “My pretty, pretty stars!” he cried, And down did roll a tear. I've got your stars, Old Fogy Sam; “Ha, ha!” laughed Cavalier. “I've got your stars in my watch-fob; Come take them if you dare!” And Uncle Sam he turned away, Too full of wrath to 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 st