The Little Zouave

[One little stoclty fcllow la the Firo Regiment liilk'd thirteen men in thlrtMD shots. Hu was afterwiuJs killed liiraself.- Daily paper .] 'Twas a little Zouave of the fíreman sort, His face powder blackened, his hak shingled short, Ilis brawny chest naked, his eyes flashing flame, As over the red field of battle he carne, Then c-r-r-iack went liis gun, On thebanks of Buil Kun, And the great rebel army was lessened by one. The batteries thundered, the cannon balls The sinoke and the dast bid tlie soldiers from view, But whenever the cloud lifted up you might scan The Little Zouave taking aim at his man. Then c-r-r-rack ! went his gun, On the banks of Buil Run, And puts a quietus to some robel's fun. The day was a seorcher, the men wcre athirst And the little Zouave often fluently cursed, But still he presscd on among shrapnel and shell, And each time he fired an enemy feil ; For c-r-r-rack ! went his gun, On the banks of Buil Run, And every shot told on the dead list for one. The rebels astonislied, remarked, now and then, " Them red-legged devils fight wus'n, ommen," For they saw tliat no rebel and traitor could have Oue-ijuarter the pluck of the little Zouave ; So c-r-r-rack ! went liis gun, On the banks of Buil Run Making holes in the rascáis, to let in the sun. Btill forward, bare breasted and sp'iling for flgbt, The little Zouave battled well for the Right, Perhaps it was lucky he nover could know How our army received a repulse from thefoe, For. c-r-r-rack ! went liis gun, On the banks of Buil Run, A minie ball carne, and the Zouavo was done. Thei-c prono ou the field of bis prowess he lay ; n the 'last fading light of lingering day ; 'he woundin his foreheadwas ghastly to see, But the little Zouáve had done gloriously ! And his merciless gun. On the sbores of Buil Run, Had settled the hash of a dozen and one !