SPECKS we's gwine to hab a time 'Bout dat free mile fishin' line. Dar's a ring 'Roun' de moon, Sign dat trouble's comin' soon. We's been layin' 'roun' so long, Gettin' rich an' growin' strong; Reckon't won't Be much fun Stoppin' balls dat weigh a ton. Specks de vey fus' ting dey do, Dey'll shoot at Miss Bahtholamew; Po' ole gal, Standin' dar, Squintin' o'er de sea so far. Ris up, den, ole Uncle Sam; Punch 'em wid a batterin' ram; Hit 'em lef, Hit 'em right, Blow 'em up wid dinahmite. Long as Miss Bahtholamew Casts 'er shaddah on de blue, Let us stan', One an' all, Waitin' fo' de kentry's call. Hise de flag dat made us free When de boys marched to de sea; Jine an' sing, Ebery man, Hail Columby! Happy lan'. Keep Miss Libahty in sight, Holdin' out de mighty light; Gib free cheers, A tigah, too, 'Rah fo' Miss Bahtholamew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON |