The heavens were black, the storm still raged,
As tho' with earth a war it waged,
But raged a fiercer war just then,
Not forces blind, but men with men;
For two score thousand men were there;
And booming cannon rent the air.
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The Cavaliers were scattered wide,
Brought to the dust their haughty pride;
Across the beanfield Rupert fled,