My Country's Wardrobe My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit." Great Britain disapproves "the stars;" Disparagement discreet, -- There 's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet. |
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