Your saws and your axes, your hammers and rules;
Bring your mallets and planes, your level and line,
And plenty of pins of American pine:
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,
Our government firm, and our citizens free.
Come, up with the plates, lay them firm on the wall,
Like the people at large, they’re the ground-work of all;
Examine them well, and see that they’re sound,
Let no rotten part in our building be found:
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be