Explore "American Boys, Hello!" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French / As along through France we go. / But the moments to us that are keen and sweet / Are the ones when our khaki boys we meet, / Stalwart and handsome and trim and neat; / And we call to them-‘Boys, hello! ' / ‘Hello, American boys, / Luck to you, and life's best joys! / American boys, hello!'
We couldn't do that if we were at home- / It never would do, you know! / For there you must wait till you're told who's who, / And to meet in the way that nice folks do. / Though you knew his name, and your name he knew- / You never would say ‘Hello, hello, American boy! ' / But here it's just a joy, / As we pass along in the stranger throng, / To call out, ‘Boys, hello!'