Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench, <br />'Let me tell you this,' and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench; <br />'Don't talk to me of the bourjoissee, don't open your mouth to speak <br />Of your socialists or your anarchists, don't mention the bolsheveek, <br />For I've had enough of this foreign stuff, I'm sick as a man can be <br />Of the speech of hate, and I'm tellin' you straight that this is the land <br /> for me! <br /> <br />'If you want to brag, just take that flag an' boast of its field o' blue, <br />An' praise the dead an' the blood they shed for the peace o' the likes <br /> o' you. <br />Enough you've raved,' and once more he waved his wrench in a forceful way, <br />'O' the cunning creed o' some Russian breed; I stand for the U.S.A.! <br />I'm done with your fads, and your wild-eyed lads. Don't flourish your rag <br /> o' red <br />Where I can see or by night there'll be tall candles around your bed. <br /> <br />'So tip your hat to a flag like that! Thank God for its stripes an' stars! <br />Thank God you're here where the roads are clear, away from your kings and <br /> czars. <br />I can't just say what I feel to-day, for I'm not a talkin' man, <br />But, first an' last, I am standin' fast for all that's American. <br />So don't you speak of the bolsheveek, it's sick of that stuff I am! <br />One God, one flag is the creed I brag! I'm boostin' for Uncle Sam.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dan-mcgann-declares-himself/
