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I	A
The great procession came up the street	B
With clatter of hoofs and tramp of feet	B
There was General Jones to guide the van	C
And Corporal Jinks his right hand man	C
And each was riding his high horse	D
And each had epaulettes of course	D
And each had a sash of the bloodiest red	E
And each had a shako on his head	E
And each had a sword by his left side	F
And each had his mustache newly dyed	F
And that was the way	G
We kept the day	G
The great the grand the glorious day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With a battle or two the histories say	G
Our National Independence	I
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II	A
The great procession came up the street	B
With loud da capo and brazen repeat	B
There was Hans the leader a Teuton born	J
A sharp who worried the E flat horn	J
And Baritone Jake and Alto Mike	K
Who never played any thing twice alike	K
And Tenor Tom of conservative mind	L
Who always came out a note behind	L
And Dick whose tuba was seldom dumb	M
And Bob who punished the big bass drum	M
And when they stopped a minute to rest	N
The martial band discoursed its best	N
The ponderous drum and the pointed fife	O
Proceeded to roll and shriek for life	O
And Bonaparte Crossed the Rhine anon	J
And The Girl I Left Behind Me came on	J
And that was the way	G
The bands did play	G
On the loud high toned harmonious day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With some music of bullets our sires would say	G
Our glorious Independence	I
	-
III	A
The great procession came up the street	B
With a wagon of virgins sour and sweet	B
Each bearing the bloom of recent date	P
Each misrepresenting a single State	P
There was California pious and prim	Q
And Louisiana humming a hymn	Q
The Texas lass was the smallest one	J
Rhode Island weighed the tenth of a ton	J
The Empire State was pure as a pearl	R
And Massachusetts a modest girl	R
Vermont was red as the blush of a rose	S
And the goddess sported a turn up nose	S
And looked free sylph where she painfully sat	T
The worlds she would give to be out of that	T
And in this way	G
The maidens gay	G
Flashed up the street on the beautiful day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With some sacrifices our mothers would say	G
Our glorious Independence	I
	-
IV	O
The great procession came up the street	B
With firemen uniformed flashily neat	B
There was Tubbs the foreman with voice like five	O
The happiest proudest man alive	O
With a trumpet half as long as a gun	J
Which he used for the glory of Number	U
There was Nubbs who had climbed a ladder high	O
And saved a dog that was left to die	O
There was Cubbs who had dressed in black and blue	V
The eye of the foreman of Number	U
And each marched on with steady stride	F
And each had a look of fiery pride	F
And each glanced slyly round with a whim	Q
That all of the girls were looking at him	Q
And that was the way	G
With grand display	G
They marched through the blaze of the glowing day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With some hot fighting our fathers would say	G
Our glorious Independence	I
	-
V	O
The eager orator took the stand	W
In the cause of our great and happy land	W
He aired his own political views	X
He told us all of the latest news	X
How the Boston folks one night took tea	O
Their grounds for steeping it in the sea	O
What a heap of Britons our fathers did kill	Y
At the little skirmish of Bunker Hill	Y
He put us all in anxious doubt	Z
As to how that matter was coming out	Z
And when at last he had fought us through	V
To the bloodless year of '	-
'Twas the fervent hope of every one	J
That he as well as the war was done	J
But he continued to painfully soar	A2
For something less than a century more	A2
Until at last he had fairly begun	J
The wars of eighteen sixty one	J
And never rested till 'neath the tree	O
That shadowed the glory of Robert Lee	O
And then he inquired with martial frown	J
Americans must we go down	J
And as an answer from Heaven were sent	B2
The stand gave way and down he went	B2
A singer or two beneath him did drop	C2
A big fat alderman fell atop	C2
And that was the way	G
Our orator lay	G
Till we fished him out on the eloquent day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With a clash of arms Pat Henry would say	G
Our wordy Independence	I
	-
VI	O
The marshal his hungry compatriots led	E
Where Freedom's viands were thickly spread	E
With all that man or woman could eat	B
From crisp to sticky from sour to sweet	B
There were chickens that scarce had learned to crow	D2
And veteran roosters of long ago	D2
There was one old turkey huge and fierce	E2
That was hatched in the days of President Pierce	E2
Of which at last with an ominous groan	J
The parson essayed to swallow a bone	J
And it took three sinners plucky and stout	Z
To grapple the evil and bring it out	Z
And still the dinner went merrily on	J
And James and Lucy and Hannah and John	J
Kept winking their eyes and smacking their lips	F2
And passing the eatables into eclipse	F2
And that was the way	G
The grand array	G
Of victuals vanished on that day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With some starvation the records say	G
Our well fed Independence	I
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VII	O
The people went home through the sultry night	G2
In a murky mood and a pitiful plight	G2
Not more had the rockets' sticks gone down	J
Than the spirits of them who had been to town	J
Not more did the fire balloon collapse	H2
Than the pride of them who had known mishaps	H2
There were feathers ruffled and tempers roiled	I2
And several brand new dresses spoiled	I2
There were hearts that ached from envy's thorns	J2
And feet that twinged with trampled corns	J2
There were joys proved empty through and through	V
And several purses empty too	V
And some reeled homeward muddled and late	P
Who hadn't taken their glory straight	P
And some were fated to lodge that night	G2
In the city lock up snug and tight	G2
And that was the way	G
The deuce was to pay	G
As it always is at the close of the day	G
That gave us	H
Hurray Hurray Hurray	G
With some restrictions the fault finders say	G
That which please God we will keep for aye	O
Our National Independence	I

Will Carleton

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