To cheer the brave to victory,
No pennon floating to the sky,
With rare device wrought curiously.
No plumes of crested pride were seen,
But tassels black of silken sheen,
With gold and silver mix’d between,
Emblems of unanimity!
No sound was heard of martial drum,
No bugle blast, but one wild hum
Floated o’er all: “The Snobs! they come,