The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1868-06-08

The waters follow arter. On
Now, crock her boys,
And stop your noise,"
Shouts Mowry through his trumpet;
For heav'ns sweet sake
Don't smash the break,
So furiously you thump 1t.
And when at length
Her power and strength
The "little Giant" trusted,
The feathers tear,
And "trip" we hear, .5z
Brown cries, "the hose Is busted"
"Ho!" cries Mccabe,
ga devils babe
Is this machine Of ours; r-...5 81,
You can't rely on
Ges pipes or iron, - n.
To check her giant powers"
But here's the Chief,
To our relief, -,o--,
He's always prompt and ready;
grim old .aMose," -, 80 =.
With broken nose, 49,
The flremen call him "Teddy."
But soon, you see, 80 .tq ~
Our Chap Huger er .,il.. ..-
Rolls off another section:
And with Thad. Street, 4
They soon complete -.s
The work OF reconnection.
All right, again,
With might and main,
The boys begin to shake her;
The water fiee, =.
When some one cries,
sYou've drenched GaiIlard and Baker"
without fear
The ladder rear
Against the tottering wall;
While sheets Of fire
Ascending higher,
The stoutest hearts appal.
"Light up the hosei" I
And upward goes
The braYrst of our band;
In just such sport
They've stormed fort,
With bayonets In their hand.
A sudden crash,
And backwards dash
The surging crowd below;
The roof falls in
With horrid din,
And fierce flames upward Tow.
The fire hend roars
As on her pou1s
cataract OF water;
And midst her fires
In smoke expires
Old saturn's favJrite daughter.
Thus ends our toll,
The hose we coil,
And praise the Giants dealings;
Then bathe his breast
His soul needs rest,
For he has human feelings.
The common crowd,
They call US proud,
But ever do they need us;
Worth makes the nan,
And if they can
THEY'RE welcon to exceed us.
Now, oil secure
For home once more,
The Hose Reel is in motion;
And midst wild cries
Our Giant tries
Its skill at locomotion-
And drsnch'd q1ite through,
Their mirth you scarce control, sir;
Though Upper bawl
"Attention all
John Humphreys, call the roll, SIR"
Come Loushton Reid,
Thy powers we need
. To swell the trump Of glory;
Come, sing the praise
OF olden days
So famous in our story.
Still Dotterer, Gibbs,
And Harper lives, ,i
Nor death nor time can sever;
And West and Hare,
In memory dear,
VIII live with us forever.
Three Torrents more,
In all our corps,
Would make us f1t for slaughter;
There's John and Joe,
And We can show
mighty torrent Of wnter.
Four well known Sh eets
Abound our beats,
With unity assure US;
Thad, Tim and Harry
Our fortunes carry,
With State-street jrlt before US.
Fourgeaud, Lahtte,
o. Yet still compete
In honorary merit;
And to this day
Docs Mordecai
His Senate fame inherit.
Your p@ans lift
To William Swift,
Our ardent, firm supporter;
No mean .'small beer''
Will you find here,
But generous sons Of Porter.
We have in store
hundred moro
Like Emery and lie Bleux, sir;
And Fishers name,
In modest fame,
Deserves record, too. sir.
Great Jove control
That despot's soul
Who rules within our borders;
Oh. spare this band
From tyrant hand
And General canby's orders.
Hail! yrouche and Kerr,
Ex.Chiefs they are,
And ever in the vanguard;
III dangers hour,
Wifh nfrnr1th and mower
TEey rally to our standard.
Healthto the tairl
Whose offerings here
OF wreaths and gems Of beauty;
A spell imparts
To manly hearts,
Faithful to love and duty.
Now, to tie brave
We sing stave,.
Their names we cannot number;
A soldiers grave
Is all they have
To mark their place Of slumber.
Though well they fought,
In vain they sought
To free their homes and nation,
Sweet be their rest
Among the blest,
The noblest of creation.
Here, hand In hand
Well firmly stand
Whatever fate befall US;
Till the bright rays
Of coming days
To our past joys recall US.
Drink to the past,
The glorious past!
Blest memories gather round US;
Well live again
To break the chain
And fetters that surround US.