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"I matched up midout fear.'1 |
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But, ven I see der Yankee coming,
So mad it makes me feel, Dot I jumped apoard der steamer cars,
Und come down to Mopeel.
Now, all young- folks vot goes out dere, To fight your country's foes,
Take my ad flee, brepare yourself Pefore out dere you goes.
Take a couble parrels of sauer-kraut, Und lots of schweitzer kase,
Also, some perloona sausage, Und everyting else you please. |
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