Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1911-08-23
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The Old Homs In Maine.
ne following ORIGINAL poem va rscited
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People from the old Pine Trss state
Have assembled hers again,
Oncs more TO uasst By the Goiden 0ats
In honor OF dear old Maine.
haynowsrs are blooming where you ana I
helotced In the coming Of spring,
Our hearts were light In the days gone bv.
Wnen the swallows were on the wing.
When the crows came back from Lord
knows where,
To pull up our eprouting corn.
A. thsy eyed the scarecrow standing there
With looks Of solemn scorn.
when 2 buii-frog chorus croaksd ~ to
In our corn husk, corded bed,
Where we'd asked tins Lord our souls to
In the evening prayer We said.
From nearly every county seat
Throughout the State OF Maine.
Former friends and schoolmates meet
And talk Of home again.
Inc wrinkled faces, ones 70 fair,
seem flushed with youth once more,
AZ old-time friends, with whitened hair,
Talk over the days Of yore.
The people from Maine are honest and
But one thing We cannot deny,
to do
In making living. And whyf
We deal with anyone, no matter who,
While all other people we know,
Patronixs each other, % we ought to do.
NOW iQMt this ms al nft
Six weeks shedding In March, we'ro told.
They have In the State OF Maine,
Although sc know the weather 10 cold
Wed all like to try 1t again.
That hearts cannot feed on climate alone
Maine has no equal In any old zone
For hearts that are warm and true,
People, NOT climate, make happiness, you
know
In fact, could always b
With the people OF Maine, winter and
Wouldn't cut any ice with me.
The best climate on earth, with those We
II Iiks-whsrs wicked folks go
Warmer, they say, and mot very like
The sensations Of wadins thro' snowi
Maine raises moro honest men to the hill
Than any plaos under the sun,
And grinds better women ont Of her mill,
l know, for Pm rooming with one.
She raises the best mothers, grardmothers
and aunts,
No State OF Maine man denies,
Though they raised blisters on the seat Of
his pants
For stealing their doughnuts and pies.
She has no peers, we also proclaim,
In her daughters or in her sons
With brownbread and beans, her daugh-
Her boys shoot straight with their guns.
She raises brave solders, great statesmen
Like Perkins and Reed and Blaine;
Talk about singers, there's Nordica, you
Now, what's the matter with Maine,
The old sckoolhouse 10 remembered by ell,
and the frown the schoolmaster wore;
The three birch switches that hung on
the wall,
And the spot that was oftenest sore.
Ny playmates are scattered all over the
land,
meet them everywh here.
IT'S the same with you-you all under
Things now are different there.
When Maine man looks back to the long
ago
There's one thing he never forgets,
The bright-eyed girls he used to know
In sun bonnets and pantalettes.
Three cheers for the girls we used to know,
And their daughters and sons 90 DEAR
Wherever they are, and wherever they
go!
And hurrah for everyone here.
Three cheers for the State OF the Old Pine
Tree.
Yhree cheers for her woods and hills;
Three cheers for her rivers, bound for the
eea, s~
That turn the wheels Of her mills.
Three cheers for her harbors and rock
bound shore,
Her ships and her sailor boys, too.
For her volunteers we'll give three more,
For they saved the Red, White and Blue!