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The Red Zouave

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The stars were bright, the breeze was still,
The cicada and the whippoorwill,
Alone disturbed the scene;
A streamlet down the dark ravine,
Hasted the gloomy spot to shun,
And bear its little tribute to Cub Run.

The wayward step of one astray,
He scared the whippoorwill away.
A soldier reels to the little rill,

And tries his sordid cup to fill,
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