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Page 7 - Oh! how my heart yearns for my own native land, Where potatoes, and squashes, and cucumbers grow; Where cheer and good welcome are always at hand. And custards and pumpkin pies smoke in a row; Where pudding the visage of hunger serenes, And, what is far dearer, the pot of baked beans.
Page 9 - They wrapt the ship in splendors wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound — The boy — Oh I where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there, Was that young, faithful heart ! . jFelicia Ifemant.
Page 8 - The pot of bak'd beans ! with what pleasure I saw it, Well season'd, well pork'd by some rosy fac'd dame ; And when from the glowing hot oven she'd draw it, Well crisp'd and well brown'd to the table it came ; O, give me my country, the land of my teens, — Of the dark Indian pudding, and pot of bak'd beans.
Page 8 - The pot of baked beans! Ah! the muse is too frail Its taste to descant on, its virtue to tell; But look at the sons of New England so hale, And her daughters so rosy — 'twill teach thee full well. Like me it will teach thee to sigh for the means Of health and— oh! rapture!— the pot of baked beans. A YANKEE. Poor
Page 7 - ... smoke in a row; Where pudding the visage of hunger serenes, And, what is far dearer, the pot of baked beans. Let Maryland boast of her dainties profuse, Her large watermelons and cantaloupes fine, Her turtle, and oysters, and terrapin stews, And soft crabe, high zested with brandy and wine; Ah I never my heart from my native land weans, When smokes on the table the pot of baked beans.