See Wee Willy on his wagon,
Filled with Cask, filled with Flagon.
Follow him to the thorough-fare,
To southern climes, with breezes fair.
Feed the draft horse! Remove the chockings!
They're off to Sunshine with our Red Stockings!
Gentle friends, huzzahs to one and all,
The boys in flannel are here 'til fall.
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