“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning,
Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—
Root Hog or Die: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.)
“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss,
Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—
A Rumor of Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air;
I do not breathe so heavily,”—
Rum Raid at Velasco: Air, “Dixie.” By Waul’s Legion, written by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.)
“One night when we were getting dry,