Ode to Nancy Hart

by Elaine Jones

She rode horses with beauty and grace.
With her rifle, could put any man in his place.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

Born to rebel, her cause to curtail,
Joined the Moccasin Rangers.
Faced many dangers with intent the Northern army to destroy.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

Bright roving eyes, enchanting smiles,
Her many wiles made a charming Southern spy.
Which no one would suspect or detect for a long, long, time.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

Peddling eggs and vegetables, acting as a nurse with caring hands, information was
gathered throughout the land, foiling many battle plans.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

Luck ran out, a prisoner she became,
Still, her cause couldn’t be detained.
Seducing her guard, his pistol she took and left him lying on the ground.
Without a backward look, his horse she stole and fled.

Until her comrades she found.
Two hundred men she led, the enemy to attack.
Scattering them for a triumphant setback.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

In time her cause, she saw, was too big a price to pay,
At home, she chose to stay and settle for the life of a wife.
The lovely Nancy Hart.

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