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We hear the roll of stormy drums,
We hear the trumpet's call afar! Now forward, gallant comrades all,
To swell the ranks of war; Uplift on high our battle cry,
When fiercest rolls the bloody fight, "Virginia! for the Southern cause,
And God defend the right!"
POP GOES THE WEASEL. From "Jack Morgan Songster."
King Abraham is very sick, Old Scott has got the measles, Manassas we have now at last— Pop goes the weasel!
All around the cobbler's house The monkey chased the people, And after them in double haste, Pop goes the weasel!
When the night walks in, as black as a sheep, And the hen on her eggs was fast asleep, When into her nest with a serpent's creep, Pop goes the weasel!
Of all the dance that ever was planned, To galvanize the heel and the hand, There's none that moves so gay and grand, As—pop goes the weasel.