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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song. For the Centennial Celebration of Harvard College</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Puritans came over<br>Our hills and swamps to clear,<br>The woods were full of catamounts,<br>And Indians red as deer,<br>With tomahawks and scalping-knives,<br>That make folksâ€™ heads look queer;<br>Oh the ship from England used to bring<br>A hundred wigs a year!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows came cawing through the air<br>To pluck the Pilgrimsâ€™ corn,<br>The bears came snuffing round the door<br>Wheneâ€™er a babe was born,<br>The rattlesnakes were bigger round<br>Than the but of the old rams horn<br>The deacon blew at meeting time<br>On every â€œSabbathâ€ morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon they knocked the wigwams down,<br>And pine-tree trunk and limb<br>Began to sprout among the leaves<br>In shape of steeples slim;<br>And out the little wharves were stretched<br>Along the oceanâ€™s rim,<br>And up the little school-house shot<br>To keep the boys in trim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when at length the College rose,<br>The sachem cocked his eye<br>At every tutorâ€™s meagre ribs<br>Whose coat-tails whistled by<br>But when the Greek and Hebrew words<br>Came tumbling from his jaws,<br>The copper-colored children all<br>Ran screaming to the squaws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who was on the Catalogue<br>When college was begun? <br>Two nephews of the President,<br>And the Professorâ€™s son;<br>(They turned a little Indian by,<br>As brown as any bun <br>Lord! how the seniors knocked about<br>The freshman class of one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had not then the dainty things<br>That commons now afford,<br>But succotash and hominy<br>Were smoking on the board;<br>They did not rattle round in gigs,<br>Or dash in long-tailed blues,<br>But always on Commencement days<br>The tutors blacked their shoes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God bless the ancient Puritans! <br>Their lot was hard enough;<br>But honest hearts make iron arms,<br>And tender maids are tough;<br>So love and faith have formed and fed<br>Our true-born Yankee stuff,<br>And keep the kernel in the shell<br>The British found so rough!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Our hills and swamps to clear,
The woods were full of catamounts,
And Indians red as deer,
With tomahawks and scalping-knives,
That make folksâ€™ heads look queer;
Oh the ship from England used to bring
A hundred w..."></div>
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