Ever East, they kept extolling
The virtues of the Northern trolling
Like a pack of hungry wolves
Baying at the bar room brawls
And laying out their cousins flat
With the guard room mower
And the Frenchman's cat
But I see no ships said the sailor
Who spied and spied with his eye
But none could back up the failure
To launch or the success to fall
As a moon rocket or a thunder ball
And choking on the second chance balloon
That coughed up from the song of stomach Hume's
And looms of lice
And virtues paid for in paradise
We sequestered the lion to pull Daniel Through
The eye of the needle
And the Camel's pill
That once swallowed could
Yet be sniffed at
Though really the steam roller
Kept running him flat
And coughing
Oh the corners breached
Just the coffin sound that screeched
Like a howling bird of flight
Unfurled like a flag so bright
And reached into the great unknown
That was America then
When I was young
And wished for it again to be
Home of the brave and land of the free
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