The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1893-04-11
Poetry.
For The PROGE & 4SIvE FARMER.
THE ALLIANCE BOAT.

The Alliance boat is sailing,
She has launched on the river Time;
Her banner is unfurling,
The stars and stripes sublime.
Get on her, brothers, sisters, get on her;
You all can sit with ease,
While sailing this great river
In a cool and balmy breeze.
This great river has been flowing
Near six thousand years,
No boat has ever sailed her
With less suspicious fears.
Set on her, Uncle Benny; get on her,
Your boat is getting old;
Her deck is split and Ieaky,
You have no rudder pole.
You have managed Uncle Sans boat badly,
He's almost ready to die,
You're giving Ohnny Bull the advantage,
Feeding him on sweet pumpkin pie.
Get Oh the Alliance boat, dear Benny,
1t is like Uncle Abe's boat of siXty-twO,
The RAIDS have managed so badly
The bottom is rotten through.
The Alliance boat, beautiful within,
With flowers truth and kind;
Her steam is just and pure,
Get on her, Uncle Cleavy, get on her,
There is arising a densely fog;
Get on her, brother, get. o2 her,
Or you'll float upon q log.
The Jefferson boat launched this river
In seventeen eighty-slX,
She is so badly managed
Has got badly out OF nix.
Get off her, Uncle Cleavy, get off her,
Come in the Alliance boat of fame,
Help Uncle Sam down big Johnny,
You can get there all the same
This Alliance boat-tbe peoples beat
The Armada, subllmlSt OF sublime;
The Washington boat the grandest boat,
Shall sail this river Time.
Set on her all good RAIDS and Gratis;
L6ts make a T .ghteOus pull,
We can down the rig nan
Whose name is Johnny Bull.
This Alliance boat is lighted up
With two most brilliant stars;
One in the east, one in the west,
Shining more brightly than Venus, or Mars.
Get in this boat, kind ladies, get In this boat;
Sweet, kind, geraniums bloom,
You can make her sailing more pleasant;
There can be no sadness or gloom
This boat is made to anchor
In eternal right,
so all that sail upon her
Will make a righteous nght.
G~entleness, kindness, her inward stem,
Her cOlOrS wave with cleaning;
Every ray with beauty shine,
While every star is streaming.
The old boats are pulled along
Will gold and whiskey steam;
They are shared aud specked gamblers,
They have no shining CLEAN.
So, dear citizens, get Oft them, get oil;
a whirlpool is just before,
You'll sink down t. ruin
AID you'll neveFSet to shore.
In this Alliance oat is a Field
Where many, many a flower bio m;
In this boat is a Weaver that weaves
Wreaths and garlands on his loom.
Get in this Oat, fair boys and girls,
Where beauties are ever blooming;
Get in your fair blossoms of earth,
Where the Weaver is forever looming.
The sun ard moon with g,adness look,
The stars with more celestial beauty shine
As they look down upon this boat
AS she sails this river Time.
Get in get in. all friends of light,
You can sail the silver wave;
You can get the Sub-Treas Try sure, most sure,
Your country you can save.
This is the boat Uncle Sam can sail,
And make things sound as thunder;
He can down the enemies of this land,
And make Johnny Bull knock under.
Farewell all We RAIDS and Gratis
Who will not get upon her deck,
Your boats are nearing a preCipiCe,
And there will surely be a wreck.
Yadkin College, y. G.