THE GALLANT GIRL THAT SMOTE THE DASTARD TORY, OH!

Dedicated to Miss Slidell.

Words by Klubs. Music by Ducie Diamonds.

[The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.]

Ho, gallants, brim the beaker bowl,
And click the festal glasses, oh!
The grape shall shed its sapphire soul,
To eulogize the lasses, oh!
And when ye pledge the lip and curl
Of loveliness and glory, oh!
Here’s a bumper to the gallant girl
That smote the dastard Tory, oh!

Chorus.—A bumper, a thumper,
To loveliness and glory, oh!
A bumper to the gallant girl
That smote the dastard Tory, oh!

Our boys are fighting East and West,
Our women do not linger, oh!
They take their diamonds from the breast,
Their rubies from the finger, oh!
They send their darlings to the war
Of honor and of glory, oh!
They’ve all the spirit of a man,
To smite a dastard Tory, oh!
Chorus.