I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman

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 the 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 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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