Upidee, Upida.
Through a Yankee village a youth did go,
Carrying a flag with this motto—
"Upidee, Upida."
On his high forehead curled copious hair,
He'd a Roman nose, and complexion fair,
A bright blue eye, with an auburn lash,
And he ever kep' a shoutin' thro' his moustache,
Upidee, Upida!
About half-past nine, as he kep' gettin' upper