So op in the church go old Yohn Brenk,-- It ban first time in his life, ay tenk; And, ven dese English get busy, he yal, And vave big lantern to his gude pal, Maester Paul Revere, who yump on mare, And off for Lexington he skol tear. "Yee whiz!" he say, "after dis, ay guess, Ay skol getting my picture in _Success_. Dey skol tenk ay'm smart old son of a gun Ven I gallop into Lexington!" Val, he mak dis ride, yu bet yure life! And fallers grab gun and drum and fife, And march to scrap vith dese British men. Maester Paul ban yolly brave hero den. And back in the church tower old Yohn Brenk Climb from his perch, and tak gude drenk. Val, dis ban all, Christina dear, 'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere. WATERLOO At Vaterloo dar ban a scrap Gude many year ago. Napolyun, he ban brave old chap And boss of whole French show. And Maester Vellington, he say, "Ay skol mak gude defence, And make dis Bonypart and Ney To look lak saxty cents." Dey start to fight on Sunday morn; And preacher say to Nap: "Now, yust so sure sum yu ban born, Yu're going to fall in trap. Ef yu got any vork to du, Yust chuse some oder day." But Nap say, "To the voods vith yu! Mak dis bar bugle play!" Ven Maester Vellington vake op, He see a gude big hill, Vith plenty soldier men on top,-- Ay bet he got gude chill. "Yerusalem!" he tal his men, "Dese French ban purty t'ick. Ay tenk by qvarter after ten Dey skol feel gude and sick." Den Yen'ral Blucher com along, And loading op his gun; And dis mak tengs look purty strong For Maester Vellington. Two heads ban more sum von, yu see; And Vellington, he say, "Yust keep yure Yerman gang vith me, And ve skol vinning day." Den all his English soldiers scrap Vith guns so big sum trees; And Yermans fight vith lager tap And planty Brickstein cheese. And so, betveen the two, dey chase Dese Frenchmen to tall pines; And old Napolyun hide his face, And yumping back to mines. Napolyun, he feels purty bum; And after vile he say, "Ef Maester Grouchy only com, Ve could have von to-day." But Grouchy ban asleep at svitch, So vat could Frenchman du? Dis har ban all the history vich Ay know 'bout Vaterloo. BARBARA FRIETCHIE Barbara Frietchie ban brave old hen, Her age it ban tree score and ten. She living in Frederick, Maryland,-- It ban yust a dinky von night stand. But Barbara rise to fame, yu bet, And folks ban talking about her yet. Ef yu lak to know yust how dis ban, Ay skol tal yu story the best ay can. Op the street com Yen-ral Yackson, Ay bet yu he ban a gude attraction; For all dese Reubs skol rubber lak hal, And some of dem calling the yen'ral "pal." Yackson, he see dem on both sides Shooting dis bunk to save deir hides. Den op in vindow he see big flag, And tenk at first he must have a yag. No: sure enuff, it ban Union Yack. So Stonevall stand on his horse's back, Yell at his men. Dey shoot, von and all, And into the gutter flag skol fall.