Back came the Blues, with a troop of Grays,
Ten riding double—luckless ten!—
Five horses gone, and looped hats lost,
And love-locks dancing in a maze—
Certes, but sophomores from the glen
Of Mosby—not his veteran men.
“Colonel,” said the Major, touching his cap,
“We’ve had our ride, and here they are”
“Well done! how many found you there”
“As many as I bring you here”