Arise, my Muse, spread out thy wings,
Prepare to soar away!
Tune up thy harp for endless joy,
And turn night into day.
Go dream of Paradise sublime
In the old Empire State!
And when you're done return to me
Your story to relate.
In time gone by—in days of yore—
There lived, in forests wild,
Two families of ancient stock,
And each one had a child.
The children of both parentage
Were born in this country;
They amassed immensely fortunes
In this America.
The Waddington's were pure Scotch blood,
And raised one daughter fair;
They gave her name of Sadie,
She'd blue eyes and golden hair.