A thousand other heroes I
Have wished I were in days gone by—
Can take their laurels from my door,
For I don’t want ’em any more.
The truth will out; it can’t be hid;
The doughty deed that Dewey did,
In that far distant Spanish sea,
Is really good enough for me.
The grammar’s bad, but, O my son,
I wish I’d did what Dewey done!