Even though this crude musician many times is off the tune,
Till it bears the same resemblance to the melody that’s meant,
That his garments do to trousers little matter how they’re rent.
When he’s very patriotic then his tune is sure to be—
Although a bit rebellious—“My Country, ’Tis of Thee!”
Which he whistles out of tune:
(America.)
Such a vision of good nature in his cheery, smiling face;
Better clothes would check his freedom, rob him of his rustic grace;
So he feels a trifle awkward in his brand-new Sunday clothes,