The Wide-awake Man

Now.whUe our soldiers are fighting our battles Each at' his post to do all lht he ■ c". Down among rebela and ccmtraband chattlea What are tou duing uiy wiJe Awake man ? All the brave boys under canvass are aleepAllo'fthem prensing to march with the Far from'ihe home where tLeir .weetheart VfballvTylu'lg for sweet Httle man ? You with the terrible, warlike moustachee, FHfor a colonel or chieiof aclan, You, with a waiat made for swor-i-belt and sashes, Where are yourshoulder atraps sweet httle man t Bring him the buttonless garmentof womaD ! Cover his face lest it frrckle and tan ; Muater the Apron string Guarda on the com mon, . . That ib the corpB for the sweet httle man ! Givehim for eeeort a file of young misse, Each of ihem armed with n deidly rattan ; They Bhall defeud him from laugliter and hisses, Aimedby low boys t ihe ide-Awakeman. All the fair maidens about him shall cluster. Pluck the white fealhers from bonnet and fan. Make him a plume üke n. turky -wing duster, That is the crest for the aweet little man I O, but the Apron etring Guarda are the fel lows! Drilling each day since our troubles began, "Handleyour walking-sticka I" "Shoulder umbrellas !" Thut ia the style for the sweet little man. Have we a nation to eave Is in the firat plaee Saving ourstlve in the sensible plan, - Surelv tlie spot where there's shooting's the worat place Where I can atsnd.aays the wet little man. Such waa the stuffof Malakoff takers, Such were the soldiers tliat scaled the Rednn ; Truculent hcusemaids and blood-thirsty Quakera, Brave not the wrath of the Wide-Awake man! Tield him the oide-walk.ye nursery maidens! Satire qui peut! Bridget, and right about, Ann ; - Fierce as a sliark in a school of menhadena, See him advancing, ihe sweet little man I When the red flails of ihe batlle field's ihrtshers Beat out the continent'9 wheat from bran, While ihe wind seatters the chaffy seeeshers, Whal wiil become of our swuet little man ! Whcn Ihe brown soldiers come back from the bordera, Holf will he lcok when his features they scan ? How will he feel when he gets marching orders 1 Signed by his lady-love ? sweet little man? Fear not for him, though the rebels expect him, Life ia too precious to shorten its span ; Woninn her broometick shall laiae to protejt him, Will she not fight for her swett little mant Kow then, ninecheers for the 3tay-at home Hanger ! Blow ilie great fish horn and beat the big pan ! First in the field that is fai-tbest from danger, Tuke your wliite-feathcr plume, Wideawake man !