God! don't the boy know his mother?'
An' Bill stood a-whisperin', fearful like,
an' a starin' from one to another;
'Have courage, Bill,' says he to himself,
as he stood in his coat o' blue,
'Why, God 'll take care o' you, my boy,
God 'll take care o' you.'
“He seemed to be loadin' an' firin' a gun,
an't' act like a man who hears
The awful roar o' the battle-field a-sound-
in' in his ears;