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For dear must it be to our hearts evermore,
The jacket of gray our loved soldier-boy wore.
His young comrades found him, and tenderly bore
The cold lifeless form to his home by the shore:
Oh, dark were our hearts on that terrible day
When we saw our dead boy in the jacket of gray.
A, spotted and tattered, and stained now with gore,
Was the garment which once he so proudly wore;
We bitterly wept as we took it away,
And replaced with death's white robes the jacket of gray.
We laid him to rest in his cold, narrow bed,
And ‘graved on the marble we placed o'er his head, As the proudest of tributes our sad hearts could pay, He never disgraced the poor jacket of gray.
Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,
Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,
For dear must it be to our hearts evermore,
The jacket of gray our loved soldier-boy wore.
, either for protection, or to tempt her under the heavy guns of the fortress; but she contented herself by taking three brigs and one schooner, and carrying them to
, with their cargoes.
Soldiers are constantly passing through town.
Every thing seems to be in preparation for the great battle which is anticipated on the
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has surrendered to the enemy's gun-boats.
The garrison fought until several breaches were made.
They then surrendered, and are now prisoners.
