And the saints came marching in br And right on they went br Down the street br Towards the black tees br Shanked their balls br Cursed and drank Champaign br And when all had been done br It was hardly across the line br But you’re either on br One or the other br br And there was a lone shadow br Lost in its cast br Among that dividing line br Within it’s unconscious br We moved absolutely torpid br In result of it’s absent br Totally oblivious to either sidebr br Dan Waltersbr br