Show I u IIBUIVS n look of Joy on the face of the boy Who Is counting his nickels nick-els mill dimes m For tho Day draws near tis nearly here Tile happiest of happy time whet bombs Jar things balloons take wings And fireworks light the sky The boy Is there with his annual scare lies In charge of the Iourth of July Since Libertys hell first pealed the knell Of tho rtmlris that monarchy cast rho bay has raised Cain has caught tho i refrain Kiting on from the mirrored past The day has been his without query or quiz It has echoed hit loudest licks VoiinK South voung North whooped up the Fourth In the spirit of Ptentyslx Weve nil been boys and we lovo tho noise Of tho nations natal day Our hearts go out to the riotous rout And the smoke of the mimic fray 3o we yield the stage to the younger age On this day of m restraint TIs the boys own day we bnw to Its sway The Fourth anti Its patron saint OON00 N 0 AAA AAA AA |