“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour
His heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—
The Song of the Drum: (R. B. B., p. 100.)
“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud,
When it calls me, with its rattle,”—
The Song of the Exile: Air, “Dixie.” By B. Martinsburg, Virginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.)
“O here I am in the land of cotton,
The flag once honored is now forgotten”—
Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (Alsb.)
“O! the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds,