I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols
I hear;
Those of the 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 deckhand singing on the steamboat
deck;
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 songs.
-Walt Whitman
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