I've told 'ow Sam met Paul Revere and rode to Lexington
And lost a lovely battle that the British should 'ave won.
And now I'm going to tell you, if you've 'arf a mo' to spare,
Of 'ow Sam Small rowed Washington across the Delaware.

When Lexington was over, Sam found 'imself alone
The army 'ad gone elsewhere, Sam was strictly on 'is own;
So with 'is 'ands in pockets, 'e just wandered 'ere and there
And found 'imself one evening down beside the Delaware.

Sam was lonesome, cold and 'ungry, 'e'd 'ad nought to eat since noon,
'Is stomach was the size and architecture of a prune,
A bite of something edible was Sam's consuming wish,
And even Sam could figure, "Where there's rivers... there is fish."
  So Sam took out 'is shoestring from the place that it 'ad been.
And cut 'imself a willow branch and searched round for a pin
And finally 'e found one, and 'e took an awful chance,
For you see 'e'd lost 'is buttons and the pin 'eld up 'is pants.

Without the pin Sam 'ad to 'old 'is trousers up by 'and
And every time 'e'd scratch 'is nose, 'e looked like Sally Rand,
It was a rare predicament, it made poor Samuel frown
To stand there fishing with 'is London breeches falling down.

Then Sam was fair disgusted, and 'e sadly cleared 'is throat,
"I can't fish standing up," 'e said, "I wish I 'ad a boat."
As if in answer to 'is prayer, 'e 'eard a funny sound
And, looking, saw a rowboat which 'ad some'ow gone aground.
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