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Rh Herewith he turned—"Reb, have a dram"

Holding the Surgeon's flask with a smile

To a young scapegrace from the glen.

"O yes!" he eagerly replied,

"And thank you, Colonel, but—any guile?

For if you think we'll blab—why, then

You don't know Mosby or his men."

The Leader's genial air relaxed.

"Best give it up," a whisperer said.

"By heaven, I'll range their rebel den"

"They'll treat you well," the captive cried;

"They're all like us—handsome—well bred:

In wood or town, with sword or pen,

Polite is Mosby, bland his men."

"Where were you, lads, last night?—come, tell"

"We?—at a wedding in the Vale—

The bridegroom our comrade; by his side

Belisent, my cousin—O, so proud

Of her young love with old wounds pale—

A Virginian girl! God bless her pride—

Of a crippled Mosby-man the bride!"