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I Hear America Singing


I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it  
 should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank  
 or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work,  
 or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat  
 —the deck-hand singing on the steamboat  
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the  
 hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter's song—the ploughboy's, on his way  
 in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or  
 at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young  
 wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing  
 —Each singing what belongs to her, and to  
 none else;
The day what belongs to the day—At night, the  
 party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious  
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