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 Deaf Smith, the Scout, appears with a party of seven men. But see! who comes? 'T is Texans: their advent I hail with joy: it guarantees success. Who art thou, fellow, enemy or friend? My uniform betides the Mexican, My heart's pulse throbs for Texas and her freedom. So art thou a deserter? Strange, indeed, Must be the motive that induces thee To leave thy comrades' banner at a time, When Victory, the fickle goddess, is So stable a companion of their arms. When in the fatness of the land they revel, While want and hopelessness abide with us. The purer my intention is. Thy name? I shall reveal it to thy general. Lead me to him: for my report is urgent.