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[Verse 1]
By my faith, but I think ye’re all makers of bulls
With your brains in your breeches, your bums in your skulls
Get home with your muskets, and put up your swords
And look in your books for the meaning of words
You see now, my honeys, how much your mistaken
For Concord by discord can never be taken.
[Verse 2]
How brave ye went out with your muskets all bright
And thought to be-frighten the folk with the sight
But when you got there how they powder’d your pums
And all the way home how they pepper’d your bums
And is it not, honeys, a comical crack
To be proud in the face, and be shot in the back
[Verse 3]
With all of your talking and all of your wording
and all of your shouting and marching and swording
How come ye to think, now, they did not know how
To be after their firelocks as smartly as you?
Why, you see now, my honeys, ’tis nothing at all
But to pull at the trigger, and pop goes the ball
[Verse 4]
And what have you got now with all your designing
But a town without victuals to sit down and dine in
And stare at the floor and look at your noodles
And sing, how the Yankees have beaten the Doodles
I’m sure if you’re wise you’ll make peace for a dinner
For fighting and fasting will soon make ye thinner