With yer blame’ percession-line—
Up and down old Brandywine!
Souse me and my new straw hat
Off the foot-log!—what I care?—
Fist shoved in the crown o’ that—
Like the old Clown ust to wear.—
Wouldn’t swop it fer a’ old
Gin-u-wine raal crown o’ gold!—
Keep yer King ef you’ll gim me
Jes the boy I ust to be!