As January or July,
Since Washington by birth belongs to me,
And Lincoln. Greater glory could there be?
I’m sure you’ll all applaud and cry Hear, hear! [Pauses for this to be done.]
Also I proudly claim for mine
That favourite Saint Valentine,
Upon whose day birds pair and build their nest,
Lads rhyme about the maidens they love best,
And maids dream of the lads they hold most dear.
And then, each fourth time I come round