I've Watched My Duty, Straight

And That Was The Way The Deuce Was To Pay As It Always Is, At The Close Of The Day That Gave Us

Over All Our Happy Country - Over All Our Nation Spread, Is A Band Of Noble Heroes - Is Our Army Of The Dead.

There's Lots Of People - This Town Wouldn't Hold Them; Who Don't Know Much Excepting What's Told Them.

Thanksgiving-day, I Fear, If One The Solemn Truth Must Touch, Is Celebrated, Not So Much To Thank The Lord For Blessing O'er, As For The Sake Of Getting More!

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.