Was leevin' across on de State Vermont; W'ere mountain so high you see— Got plaintee to do, so all I want Is jus' to be quiet—me— No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun' On job I don't lak refuse— But affer de familee settle down It 's come w'at dey call war-news. 

W'ere mountain so high you see—

Is jus' to be quiet—me—

On job I don't lak refuse—

It 's come w'at dey call war-news.

 De Spanish da-go he was gettin' mad, An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol! An' ev'ry wan say it was lookin' bad, Not safe on de State at all— So Yankee he 's tryin' for sell hees farm, An' town 's very moche excite, Feexin' de gun an' de fire-alarm, An' ban' playin' ev'ry night. 

An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol!

Not safe on de State at all—

An' town 's very moche excite,

An' ban' playin' ev'ry night.

 An' soon dere 's comin', all dress to kill, Beeg feller from far away, Shoutin' lak devil on top de hill, An' dis is de t'ing he say— 

Beeg feller from far away,

An' dis is de t'ing he say—

 "Strike for your home an' your own contree! Strike for your native lan'! Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe, Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow, For danger 's aroun', above, below, But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go." 

 An' he tak' de flag wit' de star an' stripe, An' holler out—"Look at me! If any wan touch dat flag, bâ cripe! He 's dead about wan—two—t'ree." Den he pull it aroun' heem few more tam, An' sit on de rockin' chair, Till somebody cheer for hees Uncle Sam, Dough I don't see de ole man dere. 

An' holler out—"Look at me!

He 's dead about wan—two—t'ree."

An' sit on de rockin' chair,

Dough I don't see de ole man dere.

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