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Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, Lord, I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.

Oh, when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh, when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh, Lord, I want to be in the number,
When the sun refuses to shine.

Oh, when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh, when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh, I want to be in that number,
When the dead in Christ shall rise.

Under the spreading chestnut tree.
I’m as happy as can be.
With my sweetie on my knee.
Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’re the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’ve the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And the star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From above, drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days,
’neath the sun, ’neath the stars, ’neath the sky.
As we go, this we know,
God is nigh.

(the story of Taps - The Bugle Call)

The cutest girl..., I ever saw...,
Was sipping cider through a straw.
The cutest girl I ever saw,
Was sipping cider through a straw.

I asked her if..., she’d show me how...,
To sip some cider through a straw.
I asked her if she’d show me how,
To sip some cider through a straw.

So cheek to cheek..., and jaw to jaw...,
We sipped that cider through a straw.
So cheek to cheek and jaw to jaw,
We sipped that cider through a straw.

Then suddenly..., that straw did slip...,
And I sipped cider through her lips.
Then suddenly that straw did slip,
And I sipped cider through her lips.

The parson sneaked..., through our backyard...,
To sip some cider through a straw.
The parson sneaked through our backyard,
To sip some cider through a straw.

And now I’ve got..., a mother-in-law...,
And sixteen kids to call me "Pa."
And now I’ve got a mother-in-law,
And sixteen kids to call me "Pa."

The moral of..., this little tale...,
Is sip your cider from a pail.
The moral of this little tale,
Is sip your cider from a pail.

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