“Bury me on the field, boys!
When the deadly strife is over;”—
Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.)
“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!
From every beauteous Southland vale,”—
Butler’s Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.)
“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by
The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—
By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)
“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,