Sheridan’s ride was a glorious one—

Often it has been dwelt upon.

But why should men do all the deeds

On which the love of a patriot feeds?

Hearken to me, while I reveal

The dashing ride of Jennie McNeal.

On a spot as pretty as might be found

In the dangerous length of the Neutral Ground,

In a cottage cosy, and all their own,

She and her mother lived alone.