But the Dunkin fanatics disturbed my home,
And sent me from you, far to roam.
Where golden corn waves in the breeze,
And sugar flows from maple trees,
And here in winter, on the plains of snow,
Gay dressed parties out a-sleighing go.
With noble churches of much renown,
Thy shady cemetery outside the town,
Where friends do go, when from labour free,
To dress the grave beneath the shady tree.