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A NEW READING OF AN OLD SONG Our army of Feds They lost the rebs, And couldn't tell where to find 'em; But "let 'em alone," And they'll sneak home, Leaving their guns behind 'em. McClellan so deep Fell fast asleep, And thought he heard them firing: But when he awoke He found it a joke, For still they were "retiring." So up he took His sword to go look, Determined for to find 'em; Hell find 'em indeed, And hell make the rogues bleed, And their wounds will be all behind 'em! Bo Peep. 102 ...

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ISSN
1533-6271
Print ISSN
0009-8078
Pages
p. 102
Launched on MUSE
2013-01-02
Open Access
No
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