Lyrics of The rough-as-a-cob march

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(source: from "big book of plays", page 62-63)
Choir: we're marching, marching to shibboleth,
With the eagle and the sword!
We're praising zion 'til her death,
Until we meet our last reward!
Men: our lord's reward!
Women: zion! oh happy zion!
O'er wrapp'd, but not detained!
Men: lion, f'rocious lion!
His beard our mighty mane!
Women: at first and main!
Men: oh, we;ll go marching, marching to omaha,
With the buckram and the cord!
Women: you'll hear us "boom" our state!
Men: ha, ha! as we cross the final ford!
Women: the flaming ford!
Choir: zion! oh mighty zion!
Your bison now are dust!
As your cornflakes rise
"gainst the rust-red skies,
Then our blood requires us must
Go ...
Men: marching, marching to shibboleth,
With the eagle and the ...
Women: the buckram and the cord!
Men: sword! praising zion 'til her death!
Women: ha, ha!
Men: until we eat our last reward!
Women: the flaming ford!
Choir: zion! oh righteous zion!
There is no one to blame!
For the homespun pies
'neath the cracking skies
Shall release the fulsome rain!
Tenor: shall release!
Men: shall release!
Soprano: shall release!
Women: shall release!
Choir: shall release the vinyl rein!