Proud of the cavalcade that came—
A hundred horses, bay and cream:
“Major! look how the lads advance—
Mosby we’ll have in the ambulance!”
“No doubt, no doubt:—was that a hare?—
First catch, then cook; and cook him brown”
“Trust me to catch,” the other cried—
“The lady’s letter!—a dance, man, dance
This night is given in Leesburg town”
“He’ll be there too!” wheezed out the Guide;