A TOUGH little fellow is he,
Whose forefathers came o'er the sea;
But a patriot now,
And so fond of a row,
He will fight for his own liberty.

He was born, like the rest of us, here,
And his birthright is surely as clear;
With the strenuous band,
Spread all over the land,
He will fight for his right, never fear!

Always busy, at work or at play,
He will chirp through the long winter day;
Though his song is n't much,
Yet it keeps us in touch,
With the birds which the cold drives away.

This chirp little sparrow,
Has grit to the marrow,
And acts with such freedom of manner
We never can doubt,
He 's Yankee throughout,
Fighting under the Star Spangled Banner.