The Rough-as-a-cob March Lyrics - Singles - Firesign Theatre

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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!