Richard McFarlaine, we served him in battle, engaged in some sweet metal mettle, in jungle, in swing, in city,
In my city,
In my captain,
“Ease off, brethren, my o;;capchun bastion, oubliette, would you want the Washington monument up your butt? It is Egyptian, eclipse ya, to go into a long fog, babe fog, tiny tater tots, rebellion, a hellion in rebellion, a kid slipping togs,”
We served him in rattle.
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