America's war for humanity related in story and picture, embracing a complete history of Cuba's struggle for liberty, and the glorious heroism of America's soldiers and sailors . h as you alone Know how to screech! Screech till youreheardFrom zone to zouelScreech till it is known EverywhereThat our flag is still there!Screech, O pet bird of the free, So that the wronged in every landMay know that Liberty Is still in business at the same old stand. Search out the highest crag WhereThe starry flag Floats in the airAnd when you reach Your perch up thereProceed to teach The listening world the les
America's war for humanity related in story and picture, embracing a complete history of Cuba's struggle for liberty, and the glorious heroism of America's soldiers and sailors . h as you alone Know how to screech! Screech till youreheardFrom zone to zouelScreech till it is known EverywhereThat our flag is still there!Screech, O pet bird of the free, So that the wronged in every landMay know that Liberty Is still in business at the same old stand. Search out the highest crag WhereThe starry flag Floats in the airAnd when you reach Your perch up thereProceed to teach The listening world the lesson of yourscreech! âCleveland Leader. Dewey. Oh, de Spaniards blow, en brag, en bluster,Twell Dewey come en jerked his duster, En away, Dat dayWent the Spanish ships forever! Deys some folks tell him: Wait twell Mon-day. But he knocked em all six ways for Sunday!En away,Dat day Went de Spanish ships forever! Oh, Dewey come, en he crope up quiet,Den tun loose in a mighty riot, En away, Dat dayWent de Spanish ships forever! He tol em all dat he boun ter git emâNever knowed whut de devil hit emâ En away, (Hooray!)Went de Spanish ships forever! âAtlanta 250 AMERICAS WAR FOR HUMAXITY The Eagle am the American eagleArid my wings flap together,Likewise I roost highAnd I eat bananas may sit in hisMoro castle and howl,But he cant sit on ME!Will he please roll that in hisCigarette and smoke it?I am mostly a bird of peaceAnd I was born without teeth,But Ive got talonsThat reach from the storm-Beaten coasts of the AtlanticTo the golden shores of thePlacid Pacific. And I use the Rocky mountainsAs whetstones to sharpen them never cackle till ILay an egg;And I point with prideTo the eggs Ive laidIn the last hundred j-ears or game fromThe point of my beakTo the star-spangled tipOf my tail when I begin to scratch gravelMind your eyes!Im the cock of the walkAnd the hen bird of theGoddess of Liberty,The only gallinaceousEpluribus unumO
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