--_Exterior of Battalion Headquarters Dug-out_.
_Leader of Chorus_.
Ho! friends, a stranger cometh; by his dress
Some nobleman of leisure, I should guess;
Come, let us seem to labour, lest he strafe;
A soldier ever eye-washes the Staff.
_Chorus start work, singing_.
Brighter than the queenly rose,
Brighter than the setting sun,
Brighter than old Ginger's nose
The raiment of the gilded one.
The red tab points towards each breast,
The red band binds his forehead stern;
The rainbow ribbons on his chest
Proclaim what fires within him burn.
Upon his throne amid the din
He sits serene--yet sometimes stoops
To take a kindly interest in
The trousers issued to the troops.
_Enter_ Staff Officer.
_Staff Officer_. Ho, slaves! your Colonel seeking have I come.
_L. of C._ This is his house, but he is far from home.
_Staff O._ And whither gone? Reply without delay.
_L. of C._ Ask of the Captain. See, he comes this way.
_Enter_ Captain _from dug-out_.
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