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I'm a beautiful red, red drum, / And I train with the soldier boys; / As up the street we come, / Wonderful is our noise! / There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil, / And Dick, and Nat, and Fred, / While Widow Cutler's Bill / And I march on ahead, / With a r-r-rat-tat-tat / And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum -- / Oh, there's bushels of fun in that / For boys with a little red drum!
The Injuns came last night / While the soldiers were abed, / And they gobbled a Chinese kite / And off to the woods they fled! / The woods are the cherry-trees / Down in the orchard lot, / And the soldiers are marching to seize / The booty the Injuns got. / With tum-titty-um-tum-tum, / And r-r-rat-tat-tat, / When soldiers marching come / Injuns had better scat!