Den Barbara get pretty mad, yu bet, And say, "Ay skol fule dese geezers yet." She run to her bureau double haste, And, yerking out dandy peek-a-boo waist, Nail it to flagstaff, and vave it hard, And say: "Dis skol hold yu avile, old pard. Shoot, ef yu must, dis peek-a-boo, Ef it ant qvite holy enough for yu, And tak gude aim at dis old gray head, But spare yure country's flag!" she said. Den Stonevall Yackson look purty cheap, And all his soldiers feel yust lak sheep. He say: "Dis lady skol standing pat. She ban game old party, ay tal yu dat. Who taking a shot at yon gray hair Skol get gude ticket for Golden Stair!" All day long in Frederick town Soldiers ban marching op and down. And late dat night, ven dey leave on Soo, Dey see dis fluttering peek-a-boo. And Stonevall Yackson say, "Vat yu tenk!" And yerk out bottle and tak gude drenk. SHERIDAN'S RIDE Ef yu ban vise, and ay s'pose yu ban, Yu know 'bout Yeneral Sheridan; But maybe yu ant remember the day Ven he yump on horse, and den he say, "Ay'm yust about tventy-sax miles avay." Some rebel fallers ban start big row In Vinchester. Ay ant know yust how, But ay tenk dey yump on some Yankee guys, And trying to give dem gude black eyes. So Yeneral Sheridan hear dese guns, And drank some coffee and eat some buns, And tal dis har landlord, "Gude-by, Yack, Ay skol paying my bill ven ay com back!" Den he ride so fast that sune he say, "Val, now ay ban saxteen miles avay!" Dese cannons ban roaring gude and loud,-- It ban tough game for dis Yankee crowd; And Lieut. Olson, he tal his pal, "'Ay tank we ban due to run lak hal!" So dey start to run, or else retreat,-- Dis ban noder name for gude cold feet; And dey run so fast sum dey can go, Lak Russians luring dese Yaps, yu know. "Yee whiz!" say Sheridan. "Yump, old hoss! Ay tenk my soldiers get double cross, Ay s'pose yure hoofs getting purty sore, But we only got 'bout sax miles more!" Val, Yeneral Sheridan meet his men, And he say: "It's now yust half-past ten. Ay hope ay skol never go to heaven Ef dese Rebel Svedes ant licked by eleven. Yust turn round now in yure track! Come on, yu fallers! Ve're going back!" And yu bet yure life dey vent back, tu, And put gude crimp in dis Rebel crew. But soldiers ban careless sons of guns, And the yeneral never settled for buns. HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS SPEAK GENTLY Speak yentle; it ban better far To rule by love dan fear; Ef yu speak rough, yu stand nice chance To get gude smash on ear. Speak yentle to the coal-man--he Ban easy to get mad; Ef yu ant getting any coal, By yinger, dat ban bad! Speak yentle to the alderman, Ven he ban feeling blue, And maybe, ven he turn gude trick. He skol whack op vith yu. Speak yentle to yure lady frends, And give gude lots of bunk, Ef yu skol lak to getting chance To put yure clothes in trunk. Speak yentle to Yim Yeffries, tu,-- Ay tenk dis ban gude hunch; Den yu ant need to put yure face On Maester Yeffries' punch!