Like A Young Colt

Like a young cold the country was now growing fast

Passenger trains in the east were traveling a hundred miles an hour

People in the country could buy clothes by mail order

And get 'em back within two weeks



After twenty years or more the South

Was still mending its wounds from the civil war

But with all the country's problems

The union was solid



Red American novelists and poets

Were coming into their own

People were expressing their love

For America in song and in poem



And in South Carolina

A high tone southern gentleman

Expressed his love and admiration

For his president James A Garfield in such a way