A German band was on parade,
And all the district knew it,
When—boom! the bass-drum sounded out—
The shot had gone clean through it!
The leader turned about in ire,
And pointing at the drummer,
Exclaimed: “You sthart too soon, my friendt—
You make a better plumber!”
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Mis’ Silverman had built a fire
And shovelled on some coal,
When through the stove-pipe crashed the shot
And made a gaping hole!
The smoke in murky columns rose,
The lady raised a shout;
Then on the scene the firemen came,
And put the lady out!
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