It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four,
The Alabama she steam'd out along the Frenchman's shore.
Long time she cruised about,
Long time she held her sway,
But how beneath the Frenchman's shore she lies off Cherbourg Bay.
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave.
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the brave!

The Yankee cruiser hove in view, the Kearsarge was her name,
It ought to be engraved in full upon the scroll of fame;
Her timbers made of Yankee oak,

I've got a sister nine feet tall,
'Way down in Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall.
'Way down in Cuba!

I've got a girl friend, name is Jane,
'Way down in Cuba!
You can guess where she gives me a pain.
'Way down in Cuba!

JOLLY PHOEBUS his car to the coach-house had driven,
And unharnessed his high-mettled horses of light;
He gave them a feed from the manger of heaven,
And rubbed them and littered them up for the night.

Then down to the kitchen he leisurely strode,
Where Thetis, the housemaid, was sipping her tea;
He swore he was tired with that damn'd up-hill road,
He'd have none of her slops nor hot water, not he.

So she took from the corner a little cruiskeen.
Well filled with nectar Apollo loves best;
(From the neat Bog of Allen, some pretty poteen),

Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winter
Over the green fields sweeps his cloak and leaves
Its whiteness there. It caught on the wild trees,
Shook whiteness on the hedges and left bare
South-sloping corners and south-fronting smooth
Barks of tall beeches swaying 'neath their whiteness
So gently that the whiteness does not fall.
The ash copse shows all white between gray poles,
The oaks spread arms to catch the wandering snow;
But the yews—I wondered to see their dark all white,
To see the soft flakes fallen on those grave deeps,

Holy Queen! we bend before thee,
Queen of purity divine!
Make us love thee, we implore thee,
Make us truly to be thine.

Thou by faith the gates unfolding,
Of the kingdom in the skies,
Hast to us, by faith beholding,
Shown the land of Paradise.

Thou, when deepest night infernal
Had for ages shrouded man,
Gavest us that light eternal,
Promis'd since the world began.

God in thee hath shower'd plenty
On the hungry and the weak;
Sending back the mighty empty,
Setting up on high the meek.

Thine the province to deliver

My watch upon this sea-swept cliff is done!
I've marked for hours that slow-descending sun,
And seen him plunge into the golden swell
Of yon bright ocean that he loves so well.

I linger, watching how yon wavelets seem
To miss the glory of the vanished gleam;
And marking how yon summer-blushing blue
Takes on the sadness of the twilight hue.

How can I go? That shadowy, solemn wave
Seems like a loved one's newly-covered grave;
And all around, above me, seems to move
The joy and grief of unforgotten love.

Here I taste the foul stale air of heaven
As I write telling of how heaven's roof
Pressed down on me as I walked the aisle
Upon the altar where a million called
Master master master and Lord Lord Lord
And the gargoyles spat and bit off their hands
And the birds screeched the angels have gone gone
And the postcard merchants asked have you any.

In America like this meaning
The Duomo and the half-shown postcard depends
Whether you are male or female I shake
My head and say America is uptown
And downtown overhead and underground

'T WUS in the fall of 'forty - nine
The gold fever broke out,
'N' I'd hev been a pioneer
Without the slightest doubt,
But Molly, here, took on 'n' said,
“Ar go naut, dearest Joe!”
I thought I'd argy not with her,
So, boys, I didn't go.

In haughty and defiant mood,
With armor flashing, swords upraised,
Majestic, terrible, they stood,
And in their eyes the anger blazed!

Virginia, beautiful and proud,
Georgia and Texas, starry browed,
Met Massachusetts's azure rays,
And New York's unrelenting gaze.

No words can weigh the woe they made,
Or measure all the blood that flowed;
Each heard a call, and each obeyed,
And madly, blindly, onward strode.

What of the men who led them wrong?
Yet Justice turned their plans to naught;
God touched the scale, the weak grew strong,

Oh , covet not the throne and crown,
Sigh not for rule and state;
The wise would fling the sceptre down,
And shun the palace gate.

Let wild ambition wing its flight;
Glory is free to all:
But they who soar a regal height
Will risk a deadly fall.

Take any high imperial name,
The great among the great;
What was the guerdon of his fame,
And what his closing fate?

The hero of immortal Greece,
Unhappy, fled to wine,
And died in Saturnalian peace,
As drunkard, fool, and swine.

The first in arms, Rome's victor son,