SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



All vanish't, what wonder ! twelve summers 

 have pass't 

 Since then, and my comrade lies buried 

 this day, — 

 Old *' Steeltrap," the kicker, — and now I'm 

 the last 

 Of the chargers who shared in that glorious 

 fray 



Come, " Harlequin," keep your nose out of 



my manger. 



You'll get your allowance, my boy, and no 



more ; 



Snort ! *' Silvertail," snort ! when you've seen 



as much danger 



As I have, you won't mind the rats in the 



straw. 



« « • • • 



Our gallant old colonel came limping and 



halting, 



The day before yesterday, into my stall, 



Oh! light to the saddle I've once seen him 



vaulting, 



In full marching order, steel broadsword, 



and all. 



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