“Now blow thy best, blow thy last,
My trumpet, for the Right!”—
He has sent his soul in one strong blast,
To hearten them that fight.
GREENCASTLE JENNY
A BALLAD OF ’SIXTY-THREE
Oh, Greencastle streets were a stream of steel
With the slanted muskets the soldiers bore,
And the scared earth muttered and shook to feel
The tramp and the rumble of Longstreet’s Corps;
The bands were blaring “The Bonny Blue Flag,”