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206 "Four wall shall mend that saucy mood,

And moping prisons tame him down"

Said Captain Cloud. "God help that day"

Cried Captain Morn, "and he so young.

But hark, he sings—a madcap one"

"O we multiply merrily in the May,

The birds and Mosby's men, they say!"

While echoes ran, a wagon old,

Under stout guard of Corporal Chew

Came up; a lame horse, dingy white,

With clouted harness; ropes in hand,

Cringed the humped driver, black in hue;

By him (for Mosby's band a sight)

A sister-rebel sat, her veil held tight.

"I picked them up," the Corporal said,

"Crunching their way over stick and root,

Through yonder wood. The man here—Cuff—

Says they are going to Leesburg town"

The Colonel's eye took in the group;

The veiled one's hand he spied—enough!

Not Mosby's. Spite the gown's poor stuff,