A Wand'ring Minstrel I

A wand'ring minstrel I

A thing of shreds and patches

Of ballads, songs, and snatches

And dreamy lullaby

My catalog is long

Through ev'ry passion ranging

And to your humors changing

I tune my supple song

If you try at love and always fail

I'll sigh with you

Oh, listen to me, baby

Oh, baby

Does your heart sing out a lonely wail

I'll do so too

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

But if patriotic sentiment is wanted

I've patriotic ballads, cut hard and dried

For where'er our country's banner may be planted

All other local banners are defied

Our warriors in marching ranks assembled

Never quail or they conceal it if they do

And I should not be surprised if nations trembled

Before the mighty troops of Tidyboo

We should not be surprised if nations trembled

Before the mighty troops of Tidyboo

A thing of shreds and patches

Of ballads, songs, and snatches

And dreamy lullaby

My catalog is long

Through ev'ry passion ranging

And to your humors changing

I tune my supple song

I tune my supple song