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28 THE SHIELD, FISHBALL, AND SEWING-MACHINE.
Though the fields were.as green, and the moon shone as bright, Yet it was not my own native land.
The right hand of friendship how oft I have grasped, And bright eyes have smiled and looked bland;
Yet happier far were the hours that I passed In the West—in ray own native land.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—yes, yes, yes, yes, yea!
Yet happier far were the hours that I passed In the West—in my own native land.
Then hail, dear Columbia, the land that we love,
Where flourishes Liberty's tree; The birthplace of Freedom, our own native home,
'Tis the land, 'tis the land of the free!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I The birthplace of Freedom, our own native home,
'Tis the land, 'tis the land of the free 1
THE SHIELD, THE FISHBALL, AND THE SEWING-MACHINE;
Or, Love, Arsenic, and Percussion-Caps
Written and sung, with unusual applause, by Tony Pastor, the famous clown and comic vocalist.
Air—" In the Merry Month of May."
My song is of a " Peeler" gay,
A fancy chap that once I knew, His " beat" 'twas up and down Broadway, And he looked so fine in his suit of blue !
The girls would smile as he'd pass by, But one there was that met his eye— He thought her the fairest that ever he'd seen— She worked in a shop on a sewing-machine.
(Spoken.) Big thing on the sewing-machine Chorus—My song, etc