MY COUNTRY’S WARDROBE

My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when ‘t was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced “a fit.”

Great Britain disapproves “the stars;”
Disparagement discreet, —
There ‘s something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.

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