MASCOTTE.
Plymouth wears a dimple,
Kingston wears a rose,
Plympton wears a feather,
Everybody knows.
Search the groves of Arcady,
’Neath the azure sky,
Carver, like a cherished dream,
With a flag goes by.
Like an old doxology,
Glittering, a bugle-mouth,
“Keep to the right, and go ahead!”
Trumpets from the South.