And Might was the ginner—
Of barn and of bin
There was never a winner
Like the Old Cotton Gin.
Broad was the kingdom he ruled in his might,
Brave were the armies he rallied for fight,
Bright were the wings of his ships on the seas,
Bold were his merchantmen—kingly his ease.
True were his women in hut or in hall,
Sweet the soft sunshine that fell over all.