AN AMERICANS TOAST.
Copyright, 1885, by B. W. Hitchcock.
Let Englishmen boast of the wealth of the Briton,
Give Scotchmen the thistle, the lily to France,
While Ireland extols her green shamrock and sunburst,
The German, his king, and the Moslem his lance;
Give the Arab his desert, the Switzer his mountains,
And Russia the pow'r of which tyrants may boast,
Golconda her diamonds, Italia her fountains,
But list, and I'll drink an American toast:
Here's to Columbia, our Country, our Union,
Here's to the heroes we all love the most,
Here's to the North and the South in Communion,
As brothers we'll drink an American toast.
Our heroes that fought for America's glory,
Our statesmen who govern'd, with tongue and with pen,
Our Washington whose name is echoed in story,
Who's first in the hearts of his own countrymen.
Clay, Jefferson, Webster, Lee. Sumpter and Putnam,
Old Faneuil hall of which Boston can boast,
And the old state-house bell that rang slav'ry's freedom,
Still seems to ring out an American's toast:-Chorus.
We'll drink peace and plenty to all that surround us.
Our liberty, glory, and country and cause,
Our wives and our children, who cluster around us,
Our freedom and happiness, honor and laws;
Let neighbors and friends, sweethearts, sisters and brothers,
And each sister country whose friendship we boast,
Our wives and our children, our fathers and mothers,
All fill up an drink an American's toast:-Chorus.