Classic Poem

Come, soldiers, join a Yankee song,
And cheer us, as we march along,
With Yankee voices, full and strong,—
Join in chorus all;
Our Yankee notions here we bring,
Our Yankee chorus here we sing,
To make the Dixie forest ring
With Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

When first our fathers made us free,
When old King George first taxed the tea,
They swore they would not bend the knee,
But armed them one and all!
In days like those the chosen spot
To keep the hissing water hot,
To steep the tea leaves in the pot,
Was Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

So when, to steal our tea and toast,
At Sumter first the rebel host
Prepared to march along the coast,
At Jeff Davis' call,
He stood on Sumter's tattered flag,
To cheer them with the game of brag,
And bade them fly his Rebel Rag
On Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

But war's a game that two can play;
They waked us up that very day,
And bade the Yankees come away
Down South, at Abram's call!
And so I learned my facings right,
And so I packed my knapsack tight,
And then I spent the parting night
In Old F ANEUIL H ALL !

And on that day which draws so nigh,
When rebel ranks our steel shall try,—
When sounds at last the closing cry
“Charge bayonets all!”
The Yankee shouts from far and near,
Which broken ranks in flying hear,
Shall be a rousing Northern cheer
From Old F ANEUIL H ALL !