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[O glorious Fourth! how patriotism fires]
O glorious Fourth! how patriotism fires(Confound your slow-match, careless boy!) to hear the
Music of this grand morn, whose note inspires
(You tin horn tooter, would that I were near thee!)
A feeling such as influenced our sires,
When they the British yoke (plague take that cracker!)
Threw off, and gained thee—theme for all our lyres!
(Pah! what a puff of villanous tobacco!)
Hail to the day!—let the grand cannon roar,
(Ha! that concussion my frail window shatters!)
Let the triumphal bells their tocsin pour,
(Bless me! my tender nerves are torn to tatters!)
Let our proud banner brush the bending sky—
(Let those endure who can, but I must fly.)
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