The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1899-07-21
NEWRIRY.

People love rest. Its busy season
of the year, farmers are haying, Others
are attending to their own affairs
Your correspondent does not know OF
a single interesting item, therefore
will give everybody rest, and sug.
gests to the editor that the following
patriotic poem be reproduced.
YANKEE DOODLE DANDY.
1T is now nearly nine years since DIR.
Robert d. Joyce, the eminent Irish poet,
died, but his name and fame are well re-
membered in Boston, where for so many
years he resided. Through the Kindness
of DR.. Samuel A. Green The Journal is
permitted to print a patriotic poem by
DR.. joyce, given to DR.. Green in manu-
script by the author. In his earlier days
in Ireland DR.. Joyce's writings had a
powerful influence in developing the ma
tional spirit of his native country, and
after he came to America, in 1866, his
pen was employed, during intervals of
his professional life, with ballads. songs
and sketches brimful of patriotism. His
GROWING work was "Deirdre," an epic,
which appeared anonymously as one of
the No Name series, but his other poems
and his novels also gave him fame.
One day of days in Boston town
Began our nations story,
When fast our martyrs blood flowed down
We marked it with no vain regrets,
But wrought for freedom faster,
Till Gage sent out his bayonets
To work us more disaster;
AS they marched to Lexington
Their tune was Drops of Brandy"
But the Minute Men soon made them run
To Yankee Doodle Dandy!
From holt and hedge with right good will
Our musket balls did greet them.
And when they came to Bunker Hill,
O. we were there to meet them,
We kissed the ground where Warren died
Yet wept not to behold him,
But swore to see in freedoms p:ide
A freeman's earth enfold him.
In Boston town with warlike din
They feared our blows to handy,
And Howe sailed.out as he sailed in
To Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Then Washington he smiled and said,
'Full rough our path of danger
Yet nobly still that path we'll tread
70 foil the despot stranger.
To die, if deaths to be our doom,
No tryant's chain shall bind US,
Or live till freedoms tree shall bloom
And freeman leave behind uS!'
And we'll he said and fast we grew
In freedoms service handy,
And made the fierce oppressor rue
Our Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Then fell that fort in Indian land,
twas Ethan Allen won her,
Then brave Montgomery sword in hand
Died on the field of honor;
And as lion turns in pain
Red wrath and ravin bent on,
Our great chief crossed the ice again
And slew the foe at Trenton;
And fast from jerseys fields of strife
Fled HesSian, Bull and Sandy,
While loud our continental fife
Blew Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Then Gage fought on till stout Bourgoyne
AT Saratoga yielded,
And Green took meath the Southern line
The sword that Stewart welded,
And Washington to end the wars,
On brave CORVALLIS bore him
At Yorktown with our Stripes and Stars
And conquered all before him;
And oh! it was sight to see
The gold-laced English Grandee
Give up his sword to liberty
And Yankee Doodle Dandy.
While shines the sun or beats the storm
Upon our steadfaSt mountains,
May Liberty her glorious form
Battle in our native fountains;
May Plymouth Rock still hear our guns
Boom free DER oceans waters;
May valor crown Columbias sons
And Beauty deck her daughters;
May Southern Palm and Northern Pine
From sea to desert sandy,
In bonds of love their roots intwine
To Yankee Doodle Dandy.
r. d. JOYCE.
Boston, February, 1881.