were stuffed with down,
While the feller sawed the strings;
We could feel our sproutin’ wings,
An’ we wanted to go soarin’, go a-sailin’, wear a
crown,
Tear the ground up, whoop-ta-ra-ra, mix some
red and paint the town.
Oh, he played the “Lights o’ London” an’ he
played “The Devil’s Dream,”
—All the old ones—played ’em all;