Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleetly follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of conjured ones.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
The soul s bewitched that would find release,
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret he brings a boon
Where winds moan wild in the dark of the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
ANSWERING TO ROLL CALL
This one fought with Jackson, and faced the fight with Lee; That one followed Sherman as he galloped to the sea; But they are marchin on together just as friendly as can be, And they'll answer to the roll call in the momin . They'll rally to the fight In the stormy day and night, In bonds that no cruel fate shall sever;
