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The National Music of America.
Mid roar and din of battle, Mid crash and cannon rattle, There shall our wedding be, Then will I marry thee. Hurrah!
" I'll wait with pulses bounding, To hear the trumpets sounding, Come thou to take thy maid When roars the cannonade." Hurrah!
Within thy scabbard ringing, My sword, what art thou singing ? Maiden of glittering steel, Quickly thy thought reveal. Hurrah!
" I'm in the scabbard clinking Because of combat thinking. Bridegroom, come, set me free, I would in battle be." Hurrah !
Though now thy case enfold thee Right soon shall I behold thee, Though now within thy home Soon thou shalt to me come. Hurrah ! |
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