A Wand'ring Minstrel I

Do do do oh. A wondering minstrel I, The thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs, and snatches, and dreamy lullaby. My catalogue is long Through every passion ranging. And to your humors changing, I tune my supple song. (He tunes his song) 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 patriot sentiment is wanted, I've patriotic ballads cut and dry. (Yes sir) 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 tremble Before the mighty troops of Titipoo. (We should not be surprised if nations tremble with the prize of mighty troops of Titipoo) A wondering minstrel I, The thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs, and snatches, and dreamy lullaby. My catalogue is long Through every passion ranging. And to your humors changing, I tune my supple song. I tune my supple song.