Published by Chas Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
GEN. SCOTT & CORPORAL JOHNSON.
An old and crippled veteran to the war department came. He sought the Chief who had led hem on many a field of fame, The Chief who shouted--"forward" where ere his banner rose, And bore its stars in triumph behind the flying foes. "Have you forgotten, General," the battered soldier cried, "The glorious days of 1812, when I was at your side? Have you forgotten Johnson, who fought at Lundy's Lane? 'Tis true I'm old and pensioned, but I want to fight again."
"Have I forgotten," said the Chief, "my brave old soldier, no! And here's the hand I gave you then, and let it tell you so, But you have done of your share, you're crippled, old and gray, And we have need of younger men and fresher blood to day" "But General," cried the veteran, with a flush upon his brow, ,,The very men who fought with us, they say are traitors now They've torn the flag of Lundy's Lane the old Red, White and Blue And while a drop of blood is left, I'll show that drop is true.
I'm not so weak but I can strike, and I've got a good old gun, To get the range of traitor's hearts, and prick them one by one; Your Minnie rifles and such arms it ain't worth while to try. I couldn't get the hang of them, but I'll keep my powder dry." "God bless you," said the Chief, "God bless your loyal heart But younger men are in the field, and claim to have their part, They'll plant our sacred banner in each rebellious town, And woe henceforth to any hand that dares to pull it down."
"But. General," still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, "I'm young enough to follow, as long as you're my guide; And some you know must bite the dust, and that at least can I, So, give the young a place to fight, and me a place to die. If they should fire on Pickens, let the Colonel in command, Place me on the ramparts, with the flag-staff in my hand. No matter where the shots may strike, or how the shells may fly, I'll keep the stars and stripes aloft, and hold them till I die.
I'm ready, General, so you let a post to me be given, Where Washington can see me, as he looks from highest heaven And say to Putnam at his side, or may be General Wayne, There stands old Corp'l Johnson that fought at Lundy's Lane And when the fight is hottest, before the traitor's fly When shell and ball are screeching, and bursting in the sky. If any shot should hit me, and lay me on my face, My soul should go to Washington, and not to Arnold's place."
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