Connecticut western news., 1911-03-23
all claim a Yankee birth.

all claim Yankee birth. That prince of Yankee speculators,
 aye, Baruum is tho man, Now, look 1round you right and left,
 and beat him if you can, Always ahead of wind and tide, what
 ever he can find, Sometimes that least of little folks, "-
 and sometimes Jenny Lind. We'll beat you big or little, sir, per
 chance twill strike you dumb, Rhody has raised the biggest man,
 Connecticut, Tom Thumb, Whatever is touched by us improves, IS
 rendered brighter still; Fen comedy has brighter charms. when
 played by Yankee Hill. We re good In peace, and in a war you Il
 find there is no lodging, For fear within Yankee breast, hath
 never found a lodging; We heard the wolf within his den, or
 stride keg of powder; The very imps of daring, we, though
 fed on clans and chowder New London girls in olden times. ne'er
 paused to ask what matters, But when the soldiers lacked gnH wads,
 they tore their skirts to tattrrs Yes, should the boys e'er dare to finch,
 from duty or forsake it, The girls ould face the cannon s mouth,
 and lose their lives or take it. Go search philanthropy bright pnge>
 what names are traced upon iCE The noblest record written tMr
 Yankee heart hath won it, Ask Erin, when the famine dir. her
 starving thousands slew, Who's heart first answered tu mr call and 0 CT the ocean flew? Then never laugh at Yankees sir, nor
 scorn New England rough. Her face, own, is not so smvoEl, she 5
 made of rocky stuff But she hath strengthened mental might
 has cherished genius child. Hath trained her children in the right,
 practice on precept piled. Go roam through Europe's cities proud,
 heath Africa's burning sun, At every turn, wherever you go, you Il
 find "New Eugland's son"; Go rest you near the pyramids, no matter
 where you tramp. You Il find a Yankee gone before, who
 there hath pitched his camp. Clocks. nntmegs, and whatever else,
 you call Yankee crop, If you have cash, he's glad to sell, if not 7. he'll always swap; For he was born merchant, sir,-a
 Yankee trader bold, Who swapped his whistle for a knife
 when only four years old. No matter where his home may be, what
 flag may be unfurled, He I'll manage by some cute device, to
 whittIe through the world, Br1mful of restless enterprise, the busiest
 of the busy,
 Such constant work, such constant toll,
 would drive Dutchman dizzy. Flout if you will at us and ours, were you but half as nice, With half the hawk-eyed shrewdness.
 sir, that gleameth from our eyes, We'd take the leap together, sir. and pulling on our track, We'd leave the league Confederate to
 follow at our back. With our united shoulders, sir, together
 at the wheel, We'd turn our natlon's destinies. by
 well directed zeal, Stand like our Pilgrim Father's," em- panoplied with right. And blot each dark impression forever out of sight.
 In every untried enterprise, New Eng
 land takes the lead. For it takes a Yankee head to plan, his
 pluck to go ahead, Then sound her glory, O, ye waves, amid your surging roar, Pipe up till foam froths all your lips, -1 beating her rock ribbed shore. The Yankees are race distinct,-bustle
 from head to feet, They would grow rich, when you would
 starve, come, give 1t up, you re beat, Then strike up "Yankee Doodle" sir,
 and while the air is ringing, I'll let the steam from off my quill, and
 join you in the singing.