Tar and Feathers
Oh! the circus swooped down
It's Grand
It's grand to be a squatter
Out of Sight
They held a polo meeting at a little country town,
The Road to Old Man's Town
The fields of youth are filled with flowers,
The Old Timer's Steeplechase
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down
In the Stable
What! You don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course:
"He Giveth His Beloved Sleep"
The long day passes with its load of sorrow:
Driver Smith
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight;
There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound,
On the Trek
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day,