Old Bill Caxton was a. merry old soul,

As he locked the first type in place,

And old John Gutenberg pulled first proof

With a smile on his merry old face.

Old Bill Caslon was a merry old soul,

When he gave his type his name .

But old Ben Franklin was merriest of all,

When to Boston first he came.

Said merry old Ben, "What this country needs

Is printers as good as I am,

And I don't care what their names may be

As long as the first name is Sam.

A printer named Sam can run more work

Than any three others there are,

And the way you can tell this Son of Ben

Is the printer named Sam's cigar.

Magazines, programs, letterheads, cards,

All rush jobs, brought in late,

Weeklies, posters, Sam will print,

And line up the register straight.

The ink will be black as ink should be,

And every impression just,

As in all good printing it should always be,

And is, by a printer you trust."

Old Sam Moses is a merry old soul,

At printing most particular.

He riffles the paper, he starts the press,

And lights up a fresh cigar.

Nobody knows how many million words

Sam Moses has put into print -

To be spent as fast, but valued more

Than what they make at the mint.

Old Ben Franklin's promise came true.

Who doesn't know Ben's powers?

Without its printers a country can't live,

And the printer named Sam is ours.