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that's what's the matteR. 31
1 would like to sing de oder verse.
But my mind am gettin' slack; But if you want to hear it,
Just wait till I get back !
Get back, etc.
So here is to our great country,
And our great country's son; His name I love to mention—
General George Washington! Our eagle and our flag, my boys,
Is my motto, dat's a fac'; For he spreads his wings and soars so high,
And makes John Bull get back!
Get back, etc. |
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THAT'S WHAT'S THE MATTER.
Written and sung by W. S. Budworth.
These are exciting times, and that you all do know— Our flag has been insulted and trod on by the foe; But they had better all inind their eye,
Or we'll make the rebels scatter, And drive them all into the sea— That's what's the matter. Chorus. Take up. your musket, and go along with me; •
Take up your musket, and go along with me! Shoulder up your musket, and we'll make the rebels scatter ! • . I'm for the Union—that's what's the matter.
England's got too much to say about our civil war— She had better keep, her tongue still, before she goes to war; For we have whipped her twice already.
And we beat her at regatta; And we can whip her once more— That's what's the matter. |
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