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To day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be	A
With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea	A
There was no water in my eyes but my spirits were depressed	B
And my heart lay like a sodden soggy doughnut in my breast	B
This way and that streamed multitudes that gayly passed me by	C
Not one in all the crowd knew me and not a one knew I	C
'Oh for a touch of home ' I sighed 'oh for a friendly face	D
Oh for a hearty handclasp in this teeming desert place '	E
And so soliloquizing as a homesick creature will	F
Incontinent I wandered down the noisy bustling hill	F
And drifted automatic like and vaguely into Lowe's	G
Where Fortune had in store a panacea for my woes	G
The register was open and there dawned upon my sight	H
A name that filled and thrilled me with a cyclone of delight	H
The name that I shall venerate unto my dying day	I
The proud immortal signature 'John Smith U S A '	E
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Wildly I clutched the register and brooded on that name	J
I knew John Smith yet could not well identify the same	J
I knew him North I knew him South I knew him East and West	B
I knew him all so well I knew not which I knew the best	B
His eyes I recollect were gray and black and brown and blue	K
And when he was not bald his hair was of chameleon hue	K
Lean fat tall short rich poor grave gay a blonde and a brunette	L
Aha amid this London fog John Smith I see you yet	L
I see you yet and yet the sight is all so blurred I seem	M
To see you in composite or as in a waking dream	M
Which are you John I'd like to know that I might weave a rhyme	N
Appropriate to your character your politics and clime	N
So tell me were you 'raised' or 'reared' your pedigree confess	O
In some such treacherous ism as 'I reckon' or 'I guess'	O
Let fall your tell tale dialect that instantly I may	N
Identify my countryman 'John Smith U S A '	-
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It's like as not you are the John that lived a spell ago	P
Down East where codfish beans 'nd bona fide school marms grow	P
Where the dear old homestead nestles like among the Hampshire hills	O
And where the robin hops about the cherry boughs and trills	O
Where Hubbard squash 'nd huckleberries grow to powerful size	O
And everything is orthodox from preachers down to pies	O
Where the red wing blackbirds swing 'nd call beside the pickril pond	Q
And the crows air cawin' in the pines uv the pasture lot beyond	Q
Where folks complain uv bein' poor because their money's lent	R
Out West on farms 'nd railroads at the rate uv ten per cent	R
Where we ust to spark the Baker girls a comin' home from choir	S
Or a settin' namin' apples round the roarin' kitchen fire	S
Where we had to go to meetin' at least three times a week	T
And our mothers learnt us good religious Dr Watts to speak	T
And where our grandmas sleep their sleep God rest their souls I say	O
And God bless yours ef you're that John 'John Smith U S A '	-
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Or mebbe Colonel Smith yo' are the gentleman I know	P
In the country whar the finest democrats 'nd horses grow	P
Whar the ladies are all beautiful an' whar the crap of cawn	P
Is utilized for Bourbon and true dawters are bawn	P
You've ren for jedge and killed yore man and bet on Proctor Knott	U
Yore heart is full of chivalry yore skin is full of shot	U
And I disremember whar I've met with gentlemen so true	K
As yo' all in Kaintucky whar blood an' grass are blue	K
Whar a niggah with a ballot is the signal fo' a fight	H
Whar a yaller dawg pursues the coon throughout the bammy night	H
Whar blooms the furtive 'possum pride an' glory of the South	V
And Aunty makes a hoe cake sah that melts within yo' mouth	V
Whar all night long the mockin' birds are warblin' in the trees	O
And black eyed Susans nod and blink at every passing breeze	O
Whar in a hallowed soil repose the ashes of our Clay	O
Hyar's lookin' at yo' Colonel 'John Smith U S A '	-
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Or wuz you that John Smith I knew out yonder in the West	B
That part of our republic I shall always love the best	B
Wuz you him that went prospectin' in the spring of sixty nine	P
In the Red Hoss mountain country for the Gosh All Hemlock Mine	P
Oh how I'd like to clasp your hand an' set down by your side	W
And talk about the good old days beyond the big divide	W
Of the rackaboar the snaix the bear the Rocky Mountain goat	X
Of the conversazzhyony 'nd of Casey's tabble dote	X
And a word of them old pardners that stood by us long ago	P
Three Fingered Hoover Sorry Tom and Parson Jim you know	P
Old times old friends John Smith would make our hearts beat high again	P
And we'd see the snow top mountain like we used to see 'em then	P
The magpies would go flutterin' like strange sperrits to 'nd fro	P
And we'd hear the pines a singing' in the ragged gulch below	P
And the mountain brook would loiter like upon its windin' way	O
Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play	O
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You see John Smith just which you are I cannot well recall	Y
And really I am pleased to think you somehow must be all	Y
For when a man sojourns abroad awhile as I have done	P
He likes to think of all the folks he left at home as one	P
And so they are For well you know there's nothing in a name	N
Our Browns our Joneses and our Smiths are happily the same	N
All represent the spirit of the land across the sea	O
All stand for one high purpose in our country of the free	O
Whether John Smith be from the South the North the West the East	Z
So long as he's American it mattereth not the least	Z
Whether his crest be badger bear palmetto sword or pine	P
He is the glory of the stars that with the stripes combine	P
Where'er he be whate'er his lot he's eager to be known	P
Not by his mortal name but by his country's name alone	P
And so compatriot I am proud you wrote your name to day	O
Upon the register at Lowe's 'John Smith U S A '	-

Eugene Field

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