IX.
What! ’tis the signal! start so soon.
And through the Santee swamp so deep,
Without the aid of friendly moon,
And we, Heaven help us! half asleep!
But courage, comrades! Marion leads,
The Swamp Fox takes us out to-night;
So clear your swords, and spur your steeds,
There’s goodly chance, I think, of fight.
X.
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
We leave the swamp and cypress tree,
Our spurs are in our coursers’ sides,
And ready for the strife are we,—
The Tory camp is now in sight,
And there he cowers within his den,—
He hears our shouts, he dreads the fight,
He fears, and flies from Marion’s men.
ROBERT EDWARD LEE.
1807=1870.