The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1914-09-10
LINcoLNvILLE HARVEST ANNUAL.

HARVEST ANNUAL
At the recent Lincolnville Harvest Annual
,eph S. Mullen read the following verses
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Dear Friends: The Judge has asked me
To weave rythmic lay
To fire at random at the crowo
Assembled here today.
But the muse has nearly left me,
In these troubled, warlike times,
And though try, cannot shaoe
NY best thoughts into rhyme.
Rut a craven that has come along
And pierced my cranlal pohe'
Has stirred the savage instinct
To a point for years unknown.
And nv serse of local honor.
Coupled with greed for spoils,
Has SO infused my being
That my temper fairly bolls.
And the scheme I'm now proposing
Is, that Lincolnville and Hope
Shall seize the town of Camden
By we'll planned, sudden coup.
We will modified our forces
On the highways leading down,
And thus prevent her citizens
From motoring cut of town.
At Homer's Gap We'll place man
Behind each tree and log,
Blow up the road on Hodgman Hill,
And the bridge across the Bog.
Well guard the Turnpike by squad
OF fifty men or more;
And by hundred at the Beach,
The road along the shore.
Well place a fleet of motor boats
Upon this placid lake,
And all Lake City's hostile craft
Well sink or smash or take.
Another fleet We'll range along
Her unprotected coast,
To cover those fine summer homes
That long have been her boast.
Upon our towering mountain tops
That overlook the town
Well place some rapid firing guns
To knock her buildings down.
We will call on Sears. and Belmont
For two hundred able men.
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We will train our guns on them.
Then We'll shell that ancient borough
With prejudice from our guns
That will raze her splendid structures.
And kill off her stalwart sons.
And from Bleriot monoplane
Well drop giant bomb
That will show those Camden burghers
Ills their day of kingdom come.
When their village is demolished.
And their ablest men are slain,
We'll go IN for loot and plumber
Like a hold-up on train.
If, perchance, they call for quarter.
We will answer them like this:
"You brought on this little scrimmage,
Now we're tending to our biz.
you've attacked our school of pickerel
On our side the country stakes,
Yes, you've stolen trout and salmon
From both Hobbs and Afford Lakes.
"You have come all through the winter
With your men and dogs score,
And have chased our poor, lame Reynard
From mountain peak to shore.
"You have driven your horseless wagons
On our scenic broad highways,
Throwing clouds of Gust and odor
In our houses on our bay.
"You have stolen, Yes, you've stolen,
Now prepare ye for shock,
You have placed upon your post cards,
Our world famous Balance Rock.
"All these things, and many others
Have brought on this little scrap;
Now we're going to change our boundary
And get out another map.
"You're the vanquished. we're the victor
But say it not to brag,
Well take half your mountain for tribut
Unless you salute our flag.
So you see, my Christian brethren,
We've just and holy cause
And we trust the final outcome
To righteous God of wars.
And to Him we give the glory
For the damage we have done,
And we'll praise His name forever
For glorious victory won.
For what could be more glorious
Than TO take by force OF arms
A score of cos thy summer homes
And few good village farms!
Yea, what is death and widowhood,
And orphanage thrown in,
Compared to all the glory
To our colors,-if we win?
And then we'll tax our people
Just five times the present rate
To protect our acquisitions
From hostile foreign state.
And of course we'll gladly pension
Every manned and crippled boy
Who gives his life to win for US
The blessings we'll enjoy.
And we'll build a modern navy,
And our army roll increases;
Train our ablest boys for warfare
AS guarantee of peace.
For YOU know a we'll armed nation
Is immune from all attack;
Please consult your morning papers
If for other proof you lack.
thank you friends for listening,
You have stood the torture well; .
And the moral of this message
Is, that War Is worse than He'll!
NJ '~-