And now for my Zou-zu I grieve and repine,
For fear that his brave heart may never be mine;
All the wealth of Jeff. Davis in cotton or gold,
I would give for my Zou-zu, only nineteen years old.
For his spirit, etc.
The Stripes and Stars.
Air—The Low-backed Car.
Let cowards shirk their duty,
And falter from the fray;
My post I’ll find, nor shrink behind,