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26626	Stewart, Maria L.	Our Little Brown House, A Poem of West Point Written for the New Year's Festival at the Cadets' Sabbath-school of the Methodist Episcopal Church, January 1, 1879			.txt	text/plain	1916	171	96	WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YEAR'S FESTIVAL AT THE CADETS' SABBATH-SCHOOL [Illustration: OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. [Illustration: OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. There's a little brown house just under the hill; This little brown house, so dear to each heart, May this little brown house, of good constitution, Your time is coming, it's not far away. There are three honest men of old cadet fame-(By Cadet Cameron, Class of '83.)] From the hall-ways came running, all loose to be sure, And there on the cold ground, in the night air to stand, Lay the old brass cannon, like a "bug in a rug," And then, after all, the old thing hung fire. (Sketched by Cadet Hall, Class of '83.)] The old brass cannon blazed away, Dedicated to all the "Boys" who took part in the "Grand Celebration," by	./cache/26626.txt	./txt/26626.txt