The Tale of a Drum.

  

' By F. Gray SEVERNE,

The Captain drummed

upon. his drum;
Cried he, “ Now let

We're ready for
the battle fray—

My army never

runs away.”

He marched them past,

the rank and file;
Each soldier wore

a wooden smile;
Then, “Halt,” cried Captain

: Curlyhead ;
“There's something wanting

still,” he said.

“Tm sure, to march

away to fight
Without a. cannon

Cami moe mile me.
The foe are frightened

at its sound,
A cannon somewhere

must: be found,”

 

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