1- CLEAR the way there, Jonathan !

Way for the President's marshal ! Way for the government cannon !

Way for the federal foot and dragoons — and the apparitions copiously tumbling.

2. I rose this morning early, to get betimes in Boston town,

Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.

3. I love to look on the stars and stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

4. How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops !

Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town.

5. A fog follows — antiques of the same come limping,

Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear bandaged and bloodless.