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For Theodore Roosevelt
There's a mighty sound a-comin'
From the East, and there's a hummin'
And a bummin' from the bosom of the West,
While the North has given tongue
And the South will be among
Those who holler that our Roosevelt is best.
From the East, and there's a hummin'
And a bummin' from the bosom of the West,
While the North has given tongue
And the South will be among
Those who holler that our Roosevelt is best.
We have heard of him in battle
And amid the roar and rattle
When the foeman fled like cattle to their stalls;
We have seen him staunch and grim
When the only battle hymn
Was the shrieking of the Spanish mauser balls.
And amid the roar and rattle
When the foeman fled like cattle to their stalls;
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When the only battle hymn
Was the shrieking of the Spanish mauser balls.
Product of a worthy sireling,
Fearless, honest, brave, untiring—
In the forefront of the firing there he stands;
And we're not afraid to show
That we all revere him so
To dissentients of our own and other lands.
Fearless, honest, brave, untiring—
In the forefront of the firing there he stands;
And we're not afraid to show
That we all revere him so
To dissentients of our own and other lands.
Now the fight is on in earnest,
And we care not if the sternest
Of encounters try our valor or the quality of him,
For they're few who stoop to fear
As the glorious day draws near
For you'll find him hell to handle when he gets in fightin' trim.
And we care not if the sternest
Of encounters try our valor or the quality of him,
For they're few who stoop to fear
As the glorious day draws near
For you'll find him hell to handle when he gets in fightin' trim.
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