I first acquainted was with this
Fine and tempestuous land,
While a-crossing o’er the saintly trap
Laid down by a hangman’s hand.
We christened it proudly Revere Reach,
To flatter its bountiful sound,
Addressed it to swallows and wood pigeons all,
And black-headed gulls on the call.
Three swans there be a-paddling close,
With countenance regal viewing their home
With a warmth and sympathy.
The day it melts into the night,
And the stars begin to smile.
The moon shines over Revere Reach,
And we decide to stay for awhile.
We laugh and we sigh,
A-bring a tear to an eye,
Such joy will ever remain
Until the end of our day.