To quit the turmoils of his life
he hides beneath his three-nooked hat
of God and gun and liberty
to flee 'those fedrul powers' rife
... and other things like that ...
to teeth on tenth-er sovereignty
to bite the beast (
Don't Tread On Me)
that God-forsaken devil's rat,
the bane of his beleaguered strife
... and other things like that ...
to march to drum and sprightly fife,
with a
Yankie Doodle rat-a-tat-tat
and
The Girl I Left Behind Me,
to dwell in bygone fantasy
... and other things like that.
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