OST, stolen, or strayed!-Goodness only knows which A confoundedly ugly terrier bitch. Coat short, fore-legs long, colour mud dyish black. (Item-bites freely :) no hair on the back:Whoso brings the above to Old-Lady Place East, WILL BE REWARDED!! (by getting rid of the beast). Tis the tuck of the Volunteer drum-- See, now their arms glance! As the long column wheels into line To watch how their bayonets shine. From village and town they have drawn, It's divine They've gathered from lowland and height,— The steel to their waist, And armed them for England and right, For the banner that's waving to night. and to fight Gallant hearts! they are bound to our own,- By hopes and by pray'rs By smiles and by tears Long, long ring those shouts in our ears! Hark, three cheers Three times three for our brave Volunteers! Adieu the bright pageant grows dark, Their ranks are beginning to fade The last glimmer dies . . ... There's a mist in my eyes- Their voices come faint thro' the shade, That's good night to our Rifle Brigade! I'm afraid |