Oh! the eastern winds are blowing; The breezes seem to say, 'We are going, we are going, To North Americay. 'There the merry bees are humming Around the poor man's hive; Parson Kingdon is not coming To take away their tithe. 'There the yellow corn is growing Free as the king's highway; So, we're going, we are going, To North Americay. 'Uncle Rab shall be churchwarden, And Dick shall be the squire, And Jem, that lived at Norton, Shall be leader of the quire; 'And I will be the preacher, And preach three times a day To every living creature In North Americay.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR |