And June-time roses
Are ours, we may gather them all!
(May and June retire, July enters, keeping time with a slight tap of his drum until he reaches his place, and very lightly through the first verse, then louder at the chorus.)
Tune: “Rumsty Ho!”
July—
The firecrackers pop, and the guns go bang!
Hip hurrah! Hip hurrah!
The cannons go “boom!” and the gay bells cling-clang!
And the boys shout the message “Fourth of July!”
Hip—a—yi! Fourth July!