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 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 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 him or
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.
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