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"Ho, Drummer! quick, silence yon Capet,"
Says Santerre, "with a beat of your drum."
Lustily then did I tap it,
And the son of Saint Louis was dumb."
Pyle French Fronti-
spiece
Portrait of Thackeray Laurence Closson Title
Ornamental title, Part I Geo. Gibson T. Hellawell 1
On the sunshiny bench of a tavern
He sits and he prates of old wars
Frost J. Hellawell 2
My ancestors drummed for King Harry,
The Huguenot lad of Navarre
Fredericks Karst 4
The news it was brought to King Louis;
Corbleu! how his Majesty swore!
Lungren Closson 6
* * * * Louis the Great,--
Old, lonely, and half broken-hearted
Fredericks Karst 8
At Rossbach, in spite of dad's drumming,
'Tis said we were beaten by Fritz
Taber Heinemann 11
* * * The good town of Quebec Schell Geyer 12
Dear mammy she looks in their faces,
And asks if her husband is come?
He is lying all cold on the glacis,
And will never more beat on the drum
Frost E. Clement 14
* * The lovely court ladies in powder,
And lappets, and long satin-tails
Lungren Closson 17
At her Majesty's open-box Lungren J.P. Davis 19
And so smiling she looked and so tender,
That our officers, privates, and drummers,
All swore they would die to defend her
Fredericks Karst 20
And, like a majestical monarch,
Kept filing his locks and his keys
Fredericks Winham 23
We stormed and we broke the great gate in Share Evans 25
At midnight I beat the tattoo,
And woke up the pikemen of Paris
To follow the bold Barbaroux
Share French 27
* * the fair gardens where towered
The walls of his heritage splendid
J.S. Davis Smart 28
I love to go sit in the sun there,
The flowers and fountains to see
J.S. Davis Annin 30
Awful, and proud, and erect,
Here sat our republican goddess
Pyle French 33
Young virgins with fair golden tresses,
Old silver-hair'd prelates and priests
Fredericks Karst 34
Ornamental title. Part II Geo. Gibson Andrew 37
She looked from the bars of her prison,
And shriek'd as she saw it, and fell
Pyle E. Clement 38
As she felt the foul fingers that touch'd her,
She shrank, but she deigned not to speak
Birch Wolf 41
* * * the Austrian flags
Flaunt proud in the fields of Savoy
Woodward J. Hellawell 43
The drummer now bared his old breast,
And show'd us a plenty of scars
Frost Karst 45
A Brunswicker made it at Jena,
Beside the fair river of Saal
Taylor Heinemann 47
Had winter not driven them back Woodward Andrew 49
* * he passed through the lines of his guard,
And our drums beat the notes of salute
Taber Held 53
The red-coats were crowning the height Share Heinemann 55
* * * * At sunset
His banners were floating there still
Woodward Andrew 57
I'll give you a curse on all traitors Frost Held 58
The Grave historian at his desk Taber Heard 64

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