DOFFING THE GREY. 409 Doffing the Grey. BY LIEUTENANT FALLIGANT, SAVANNAH, GEO. OFF with your grey suits, boys— Off with your rebel gear They smack too much of the cannon's peal, Their color is like the smoke That curled o'er your battle-line; They call to mind the yell that woke, Off with the starry wreath, Ye who have led the van; To you 'twas the pledge of glorious death, Down with the cross of stars Too long hath it waved on high; 'Tis covered all over with battle-scars, But its gleam the Northern banner mars'Tis time to lay it by. Down with the vows we've made, Down with each memory- Down with the thoughts of our noble dead- Cutting off the Buttons. Respectfully Dedicated to the Knights of the Shears. "COME out that grey !" a Yankee cried; "That livery is disallowed," The Yankee lustily avowed, But Johnny most profoundly bowed, Nonplussed, the Yankee shook his head, "Why then, I'll take your buttons !" The rarest fun that e'er was seen Where'er a grey-back showed his face, Poor Johnny Reb! what could he do CUTTING OFF THE BUTTONS. And like a lamb to slaughter led, At once he bowed his vanquished head, "Do as you will," he meekly said, And-"farewell, my poor buttons !" Alas! poor Johnny was forlorn Since I'm allowed no buttons! "I've nary a red to buy a pin, Confederate scrip is not worth-tin, It is indeed a shameful sin To rob me of my buttons! "'Tis well 'tis summer time," groaned he, Else I might freeze and die, you see, Bereft, I am, so suddenly Of all my jacket buttons !" "The game is up!" triumphant cried 411 His hostile foe. "Oh no, not yet!" a voice replied, "You surely never have denied A lady, some brass buttons ?" "Why never, no!" the gallant said, And paling white and blushing red, The hero of this valorous deed Delivered up the buttons. With a merry twinkle in her eye, The lady smiled and made reply"I thank your sir! most heartily For these poor Rebel buttons!" From her pocket out a twine she drew, "I love these relics, for they tell How long our poor boys fought, and well- And galvanized they now appear, These precious, proscribed buttons. A brooch their spotless collar pins, "Oppressed by might, and want and care, The women wear the buttons. METROPOLITAN RECORD. THE CONFEDERATE BILL. 413 The Confederate Bill. BY MAJOR S. A. JONAS, LOUISIANA. The following lines were found written on the back of a five hundred dollar Confederate note. REPRESENTING nothing on God's earth now, As a pledge of a nation that's dead and gone, Show it to those who will lend an ear Too poor to possess the precious ores, The days rolled on, and weeks became years, But the faith that was in us was strong indeed, And these little checks represented the pay, Chief Engineer of General S. D. Lee's staff. |