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O you boys grown gray and bearded, you that used ter chum with me / In that lazy little village down beside the tumblin' sea, / When yer sniff the burnin' powder, when yer see the banners fly, / Don't yer thoughts, like mine, go driftin' back to Fourths long since gone by? / And, amongst them days of gladness, ain't there one that stands alone, / When yer had yer first fire-crackers -- jest one bunch, but all yer own?
Don't yer 'member how yer envied bigger chaps their fuss and noise, / 'Cause yer Ma had said that crackers wasn't good fer _little_ boys? / Do yer 'member how yer teased her, morn and eve and noon and night, / And how all the world yelled "Glory! " when at last she said yer might?