Oh, to be a sailor
And sail to foreign lands--
To Greenland's icy mountains
And India's coral strands!
To sail upon the Ganges
And see the crocodile,
Where every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
I'd love to see the heathen
Bow down to wood and stone,
But his wicked graven image
I'd knock from off its throne!
The heathen-in-his-blindness
Should see a thing or two!
He'd know before I left him
What a Yankee boy can do!
#THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#