He uttered, “Boys, let Betty go!
She’ll do it at less risk than you;
But keep her steady in your view,
And be your rifles shields for her.
If yonder foe make step or stir,
Pick off each wretch who draws a bead,
And so you’ll serve her in her need.
Now I recover from surprise,
I think our Betty’s purpose wise.”
The gate was opened, on she sped;