Charles Dawson Shanly Poems

Speed on, speed on, good master!
The camp lies far away;
We must cross the haunted valley
Before the close of day.
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'Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
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'RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot
Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
...