The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1911-07-13


Fenobscot is present again;
Also Aroostook as north we 20
10 the Canada line of Maine.
Six weeks shedding in March, we're told,
They have in the State of Maine;
Although we know the weather is cold,
We'd all like to try it again.
That hearts cannot feed on climate alone
Is gospel to me and to you;
Name has no equal in any old zone
For hearts that are warm and true.
People. not climate, make happiness, we
know,
In fact, could l always be
With people of Maine, climate and snow
Wouldn't cut any ice with me-
The best climate on earth with those we dis
like
Is like where wicked folks 60;
Warmer, they say. and probably unlike
The sensation of wading through snow.
Maine raises more honest men to the hill
Than any place under the sun,
And grinds better women out of her mill;
know. for Pm rooming with one
She raises the best mothers, grandmothers
and aunts,
No State of Maine man denies;
Though they raised blisters on the seat of his
pants
For stealing their doughnuts and pies.
one mas no peers we also proclaim
In her daughters and in her sons;
With brownbread and beans her daughters
win fame,
Her boys shoot straight with their guns
She raises brave soldiers great statesmen
also,
Like Perkins and Reed and Blaine.
Talk about singers, there's Nordica, you know;
Now what's the matter with Maine?
Some men there are, developed in Maine
Thank goodness by no means the rule
When they get rich become naughty and vain
And treat old friends very cool.
They forget the cowhide boots thew wore
In the woods and on the drive,
And taking their wages out of the store;
Mercy mel Land sahes alive!
Once in a while We hear man say
He'll never go back to Maine;
Maybe there's something that keeps him away
He don't just like to explain
We're people who love the land of our birth
And speak only in words of praise;
No exiles from Maine on the face of the earth
But long for their childhood days.
The people from Maine are honest and true
But one thing we cannot deny
We don't stick together as friends ought to
do
In making living, and why?
We deal with any one, no matter who,
While all other people we know
Patronize each other as We ought to do;
Now isn't this just about so?
When a Maine man looks back to the long ago
There's one thing he never forgets;
The bright-eyed girls he used to know
In sunbonnets and pante!ettes.
The women from Maine, it seems to me-
Should remember the barefoot bows
True-hearted las, boys can be),
But chuckfui of tricks and noise
The old schoolhouse is remembered by all.
And the frown the schoomaster wore
The three birch switches that hung on the
wall,
And the spot that was oftenest sore.
The size of the rod was according to years
Or crimes of youthful offenders;
We submitted to fate with bowls and tears.
And afterwards let out our suspenders.
I've often been asked while praising old
Maine,
Why don't you go there and stay?
l stammer excuses and try to explain,
But the reason is this, l will say,
Those who made life so pleasant to me
Can give me welcome no more;
They are sleeping now under the old elm tree
And it's strangers that come to the door.
My playmates are scattered all over the land
meet them everywhere;
IT'S the same with you, you all understand,
Things now are different there.
But question comes to me, time and again.
Instead Of all this struggle for gold;
Were it not better to have stayed in Maine
And with those you loved grown old
Three cheers for the State of the old pine
tree!
Three cheers for her woods and hills!
Three cheers for her rivers that bound to the
sea,
That turn the wheels of her mills!
Three cheers for her harbors and rock bound
shores,
Her ships and her sailor boys, too
For her volunteers We'll give three more,
For they saved our Red White and Blue
Three cheers for the girls we used to know,
Their daughters and sons so dear:
Wherever they are or wherever they go,
And hurrah for everyone here.
Three cheers for our executive committee
Who have brought US together again;
For Lathrop and Thaxter and other three,
And God bless the whole State of Maine!