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Wrinkles and twinkles and wind colored cheeks
callused old feelings well hidden

Take a ride in Old Vermont across the covered bridges
Wander through the woods of Maine on down east running ridges 
Stop and face the hard won life See to feel the work the strife
Recognize to just admire the fortitude of tiny birds to sing their song
through winter long and into spring to hear red squirrels chatter chiding
Sit and wait till its subsiding The sound of partridges awing See them
alight to dance and sing The Maine woods rite the solid thing that holds
to them who live in Maine
      It’s not the same along the coast. Though secretly the smile the wink
at richer moneyed men who drink and live in yachts  and shiny boats
and houses build so they can boast and say they live in Maine
Like generations on the Vineyard and families born Nantucket’s best
These working men of salty Maine call foreigners these summer guests
and stolidly ensure by  words and deeds their characters endure in deed
To know what’s right and stay to do. to stand and fight if driven to
To drop a hat I’ll give y’ that I’ve seen the same on Scottish tors
And Yorkshire men I can recall Who like to these no easy breeze
could move them from their moors
So sit y’ back and sip a dram and think of other men who strode upon
these sands of time  and held to what y’ ken
And spill a drop in token toast to those who sail on cloudy coast
and walk in smoky mountains high in flowing glowing sunset sky
They cannot die as long as I and kin can ken of them the
 working men of class

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