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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was said by pilgrim sons next to the Boston Harbor, That to take tax without redress was action of dishonor. And so a team of farmers went and built themselves an army, To drive the redcoats off their land and end George’s tyranny. We’re beating drums and ask your sons to come now to our aid We’re marching out as men along the patriot’s parade. Them red-devil Injuns ain’t no good and they cavort in sin! So forget your Ma’s and Pa’s my boys the calvr’y needs a win. We’ll drive them savages off them fields and make that land our own, Them whisky barons should pay too for drunks and broked men’s homes We’re beating drums so tell your sons to come now to our aid We’re marching out as soldiers along the patriot’s parade. The government of 1812 wanted lands Canadian they also set about with plans to take captured Lousianne. Those Brits they really gave us cause with press-gang’d merchant sailors. Rise up you merry lads and arm let’s feed those Brits to gators! We’re beating drums to protect your sons so come now to our aid We’re marching yet again along the patriot’s parade. Keep sending sons to mount and ride against the red-man nations, In Texas good men hold back Santa Anna’s salutations. The yellow cinaman’s opium turns strong men into slaves, We need to climb Mt. Fiji and teach Japan we rule the waves. We’re beating on the drums again, not empire, just foreign aid; We’re sailors, soldiers and marines on a patriot’s parade. Them fed’ral scum think they can ru’n our way of life. ‘tain’t southern. They’re try’na undercut our vote by free’n the ‘raff for breedin’. Those southern states how dare they break from this nation we’re building? We can’t let constitution bar the way that we are growing! We’re sailors, soldiers and your sons on a patriot’s parade We’re the real army and your true sons on patriot’s parade You may think we’ve fought enough and we all wish that it were so, But truth be told we need to scold Koreans on Ganghwado. And even if that weren’t so bad rustlers have crossed the border, We need more men that we can send to restore Texan order. We’re beating on new drums, you’ll see, all dressed in golden braid, The army, navy and marines on patriot parade!
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