The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-05-21
NATIONAL WHlG.
THE soLpIER's STORY.

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THE SOLDIERS STORY.
Twas in the trench at Vera Cruz,
A group Of soldiers lay,
Weary and worn with working
At the guns the live long day,
Their faces were begrimed with sand
And SCOT from shot and she'll,
Exploding in the crumbling earth;
For fast the missiles fell.
Yet cheerily they chatted,
For their hearts with hope beat high,
And they knew the hour Of victory
Was surely drawing nigh
There came war-worn soldier,
To minge with the rest
They babe him welcome to their cheer
And gave him of the best.
He'd served with Gen. Taylor
And they asked him of the man
Who first and last had led the way
To victory in the van;
On the wingding Rio Grande
On the 9Th and 9th of May,
Through Buena Vista's carnage
And the storm Of Monterey.
81 knew him first, ? the soldier said,
aAmong the Everglades,
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When we gave the savage red skins
Our bayonets and our blades.
I think hear his cheerful voice
On column steady steady
So hardy and so prompt was he
We called him Rough and Ready
I" He rode upon an old white horse,
And wore brown surtout-
But oftener when the ground was deep,
He trudged with us on foot.
The man frcm whose canteen he drank,
Was envied and thought lucky;
He had the brave and kind good heart
That honored old Kentucky.
"By wounds outworn left the field;
But when new campaign
Against another foe commenced,
I joined the ranks again.
Twas fun alive, boys, once again
To hear the sabre's clank,
To see old Rough and Ready ride
His white horse on our flank.
'sAt Palo Alto, comrades, there
Hegave us work to do,
And DER La Palma's sulphry smoke
His flag triumphant few.
When from the fire his aid-de-camp
Would have the chief retire,
Old Rough and Ready merely said,
We'll ride little higher
g You should have seen the brave old boy
In the streets of Monterey
When the cannon swept tie plaza,
How he sternly stood at bay.
When shell, and grape, and cannon ball
On their deadly errand went;
The General seemed man OF steel,
And fire his element
aAnd if . wounded soldier
IN rne streets Of Monterey,
Or friend or Zoe looked up to him
Imploring, whence he lay,
He stopped to wipe the drops Of pain,
That dimmed the marble brow,
Or proffered from his own canteen
A drink see him now.
SAT red Buena Vista
My part could not bear
But they tell me that the brown surtout
And old white horse were there.
And well do believe it,
For the foe stood four to one,
And without old Rough Ready
How had the fight been won!
"I've worn the sergeant's cheyeron
And may wear it yet
But old Rough and Ready tells me
shall wear the epaulette-
But in the ranks or out them,
To him I'll still prove steady,
And long as I've tongue to talk,
Speak ont for Rough and Ready I"
So spake the war-worn soldier
To his comrades as they lay
Beneat the breast-work, where they'd ser
The guns the live long day.
And their sleepiness and WEAKNESS
II fairly chased away,
When Of Rio Grande's hero
Spoke the man from Monterey.
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Philadelphia Ledger. North american.
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ashing,on correspondent Of the Philadelp
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