<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>American Boys, Hello!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French<br>As along through France we go.<br>But the moments to us that are keen and sweet<br>Are the ones when our khaki boys we meet,<br>Stalwart and handsome and trim and neat;<br>And we call to them-'Boys, hello!'<br>'Hello, American boys,<br>Luck to you, and life's best joys!<br>American boys, hello!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We couldn't do that if we were at home-<br>It never would do you know!<br>For there you must wait till you're told who's who,<br>And to meet in the way that nice folks do.<br>Though you knew his name, and your name he knew-<br>You never would say 'Hello, hello, American boy!'<br>But here it's just a joy,<br>As we pass along in the stranger throng,<br>To call out, 'Boys, hello!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For each is a brother away from home;<br>And this we are sure is so,<br>There's a lonesome spot in his heart somewhere,<br>And we want him to feel there are friends <br>right there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this foreign land, and so we dare<br>To call out 'Boys, hello!'<br>'Hello, American boys,<br>Luck to you, and life's best joys!<br>American boys, hello!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384296" data-title="American Boys, Hello! de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French As along through France we go. But the moments to us that are keen and sweet Are the ones when our khaki boys we meet, Stalwart and handsome and trim and neat; And we call to them-'Boys, hello!' '..."></div> </div> </div>

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