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chapter-132		chapter-132			.txt	text/plain	507	49	93	To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, Way for the Presidents marshal--way for the government cannon! Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town. The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see! What troubles you Yankee phantoms? For shame old maniacs--bring down those tossd arms, and let your To your graves--back--back to the hills old limpers! But there is one thing that belongs here--shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston? I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England, Boston bay. Now call for the Presidents marshal again, bring out the government cannon, Look, all orderly citizens--look from the windows, women! The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that You have got your revenge, old buster--the crown is come to its own,	./cache/chapter-132.txt	./txt/chapter-132.txt