A Boston Ballad, 1854 by Walt Whitman

Boston boston wake up will you not
we’ve got your donuts and cake
come see make
way for the President
Federales and dragoons

stars stripes yankee doodle
i tell you!

How the men walk samuel
adam and all
the greatest show in the world
crutches upon crutches
misty ales you mornings
and ball-games
and boomings

Retreet! Pell-mell!
land to liver
lord as my forgiver
royalty tea-time taxing
with rib-down spin spin

Committed like a clown’s
appeal to child-like know-how
bust another skull-banger
while I milk this here cow