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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. |
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YANKEE DOODLE. |
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5 And there I see a swamping gun.
Large as a log of maple, Upon a mighty little cart; A load for father's cattle.
6 And every time they fired it off,
It took a horn of powder; It made a noise like father's gun. Only a nation louder.
7 And there I see a little keg,
Its head all made of leather, They knocked upon't with little sticks., To call the folks together. |
8 Aud Cap'n Davis had a gun,
He kind o' clapt his hand on't And stuck a crooked stabbing-iron Upon the little end on't.
9 The troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces; It scared me almost half to death To see them run such races.
10 It scared me so I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber. |
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