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4. And then the feathers on his hat,
They look'd so very fine, ah! I wanted peskily to get, To give to my Jemlna.
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. |
And ev'ry time they fired it off,
It took a horn of powder, It made a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
And there I see a little keg, Its head all made of leather,
They knock'd up ont with little sticks, To call the folks together. |
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