And murder and rapine on our country were hurl'd."
Yankee Chronology.
"There the old-fashioned colonel galloped through the white infernal
Powder cloud;
And his broad sword was swinging, and his brazen throat was ringing
Trumpet loud:
There the blue bullets flew,
And the trooper jackets redden at the touch of the leaden
Rifle breath;
And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder,