Their breastworks were before us.

We yelled, and charged, and hurrahed, and said booh! booh! we're coming, coming, look out, don't you see us coming?
Why don't you let us hear the cannon's opening roar?
Why don't you rattle a few old muskets over there at us?
Booh! booh! we are coming.

Tag.

We have done got to your breastworks.

Now, we tagged first, why don't you tag back?
A Yankee seems to be lying on the other side of the breastworks sunning himself, and raising himself on his elbow, says, "Fool who with your fatty bread?
W-e are too o-l-d a-birds to be caught with that kind of chaff.