  ANONYMOUS OH, the General with his epaulets, leadin’ a parade; The Colonel and the Adjutant a-sportin’ of their braid; The Major and the Skipper—none of ’em look so fine As a newly minted corp’ral, comin’ down the line. Oh, the Bishop in his miter pacin’ up the aisle; The Governor, frock-coated, with a votes-for-women smile; The Congressman, the Mayor—aren’t in it, I opine, With a newly minted corp’ral comin’ down the line. |
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