To curl your moustaches, and tell us
Just how the thing oughter be done;
But when twenty wake up ninety thousand,
There's nothin' can follow but rout;
We didn't give in till we had to;
And what are yer coughin' about?
The crowd that was with them ere rebels
Had ten to our every man;
But a fireman's a fireman, me covey,
And he'll put out a fire if he can: