by Bernard Newman ( Parody of 'Excelsior' By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ) The shades of night were falling fast, As through a southern village passed A youth, who bore, not over nice, A banner with the gay device, SKEDADDLE! His hair was red, his toes beneath Peeped, like an acorn from its sheath, While with a frightened voice he sung, A burden strange to Yankee tongue, SKEDADDLE! He saw no household fire where he Might warm his tod or hominy; Beyond the Cordilleras shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, SKEDADDLE! "Oh! stay," a cullered pusson said, "An' on dis bossom res' your hed!" The octoroon she winked her eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, SKEDADDLE! "Beware McClellan, Buell, and Banks, Beware of Halleck's deadly ranks!" This was the planter's last Good Night; The chap replied, far out of sight, SKEDADDLE! At break of day, as several boys From Maine, New York and Illinois Were moving Southward, in the air They heard these accents of despair, SKEDADDLE! A chap was found and at his side A bottle, showing how he died, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, SKEDADDLE! There in the twilight, thick and gray, Considerably played out he lay; And through the vapor, gray and thick, A voice fell like a rocket-stick, SKEDADDLE!
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