I Hear America Singing

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.