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86 Was spent, and I had but powder left,

And never a shot to be found;

"So I trained my gun on a rebel piece:

So true was my range and aim,

A shot from his cannon entered mine

And finished the load of the same!"

"Enough! Oh, Sergeant of Battery B,

Oh, hero of Sugar Pine!

Alas! I fear that thy cannon's throat

Can swallow much more than mine!"