I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; 
Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; 
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, 
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; 
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat
	deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; 
The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon
	intermission, or at sundown; 
The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or
	washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; 
The day what belongs to the day—At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, 
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.

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Poet: Walt Whitman (Walt Whitman Art)
Poem: 4. I Hear America Singing.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 5. The Answerer
Year: Published/Written in 1900

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