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Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea -- / The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough for me! / I've done the grand for fourteen months in every foreign clime, / And I've learned a heap of learning, but I've shivered all the time; / And the biggest bit of wisdom I've acquired -- as I can see -- / Is that which teaches that this land's the land of lands for me.
Now, I am of opinion that a person should get some / Warmth in this present life of ours, not all in that to come; / So when Boreas blows his blast, through country and through town, / Or when upon the muddy streets the stifling fog rolls down, / Go, guzzle in a pub, or plod some bleak malarious grove, / But let me toast my shrunken shanks beside some Yankee stove.