  "Pitter patter!" falls the rain On the school-room window-pane. Such a plashing! such a dashing! Will it e'er be dry again? Down the gutter rolls a flood, And the crossing's deep in mud; And the puddles! oh, the puddles Are a sight to stir one's blood! Chorus. But let it rain Tree-toads and frogs, Muskets and pitchforks, Kittens and dogs! Dash away! plash away! Who is afraid? Here we go, The Umbrella Brigade! Pull the boots up to the knee! Tie the hoods on merrily! Such a hustling! such a jostling! Out of breath with fun are we. Clatter, clatter, down the street, Greeting every one we meet, With our laughing and our chaffing, Which the laughing drops repeat. Chorus. So let it rain Tree-toads and frogs, Muskets and pitchforks, Kittens and dogs! Dash away! plash away! Who is afraid? Here we go, The Umbrella Brigade! |
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