THE NATIONAL GUARDSMAN

I'm a gorgeous golden hero

And my trade is taking life.

Hear the twittle-twittle-tweero

Of my sibillating fife

And the rub-a-dub-a-dum

Of my big bass drum!

I'm an escort strong and bold,

The Grand Army to protect.

My countenance is cold

And my attitude erect.

I'm a Californian Guard

And my banner flies aloft,

But the stones are O, so hard!

And my feet are O, so soft!

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