to the British rifle company. by George W. Morgan.
Air, Yankee Doodle. Old England sends a Rifle Corps To dear New England greeting; And will, if wanted, send still more, At every future meeting; For, though this ain't our native land, It still is very handy, As riflemen, to lend a hand, To Yankee Doodle Dandy. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, Keep the ball in motion, And show this love of liberty Is a British--Yankee notion. “Down South” they seem to think we are Divided in opinion, And that they'll have an easy task To conquer a dominion. They'll find out, though, p'raps to their cost, In forming such conclusions, They've reckoned there without their host,-- Their facts were but delusions. Chorus--Brother Britons, keep it up, &c. They say there's black sheep in our fold, And traitors in the city; We don't believe it, though we're told;-- If 'tis so, more's the pity. We'll hold ourselves in readiness To paint their black skins white, sirs, Or else make good large