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Edgar Guest - Dan McGann Declares Himself
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Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench,
"Let me tell you this," and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench;
"Don`t talk to me of the bourjoissee, don`t open your mouth to speak
Of your socialists or your anarchists, don`t mention the bolsheveek,
For I`ve had enough of this foreign stuff, I`m sick as a man can be
Of the speech of hate, and I`m tellin` you straight that this is the land
    for me!

"If you want to brag, just take that flag an` boast of its field o` blue,
An` praise the dead an` the blood they shed for the peace o` the likes
    o` you.
Enough you`ve raved," and once more he waved his wrench in a forceful way,
"O` the cunning creed o` some Russian breed; I stand for the U.S.A.!
I`m done with your fads, and your wild-eyed lads. Don`t flourish your rag
    o` red
Where I can see or by night there`ll be tall candles around your bed.

"So tip your hat to a flag like that! Thank God for its stripes an` stars!
Thank God you`re here where the roads are clear, away from your kings and
    czars.
I can`t just say what I feel to-day, for I`m not a talkin` man,
But, first an` last, I am standin` fast for all that`s American.
So don`t you speak of the bolsheveek, it`s sick of that stuff I am!
One God, one flag is the creed I brag! I`m boostin` for Uncle Sam."
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