I saw the grim chaperons, perched up aloft,
And heard the shrill notes Weippert's orchestra flung.
She was there—I would "pop"—and a guardsman no more,
From my sweet little partner for life ne'er would part,
When sudden I saw—just conceive what a bore—
A civilian—by Jove—laying siege to her heart!
"Out of sight, out of mind!" It was not to be borne—
To cut her, challenge him I was rushing away—
When sudden the twang of that vile bugle-horn
Scared my visions, arousing the Camp for the day.