Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
High o'er this drumlin, from every mystic dale,
We wearers of brave brown and truest blue
Today sing hail, Hosea B., all hail.
Oh Worcester and New York, hear Hail Ballou!
If they hear us, so can you. Hail Ballou!
Woods Hole, Pawtucket, Troy and Auburndale,
Hear how we lift our and Hosea, you
Listen, too, hear how our voices like a gale
With thunder, lightening, show and Hail Ballou!
It seems the least that we should do. Hail Ballou!