JAMES APPLETON MORGAN

_{l love to think of old Ipswich town,}

_{Old lpswich town in the east countree,}

_{Whence on the tide you can float down}

_{Through the long salt grass to the wailing sea}

_{Where the "Mayflower" drifted off the bar}

_{Sea-worn and weary, long years ago,}

_{And dared not enter, but sailed away}

_{Till she landed her boats in Plymouth Bay.}

_{I love to think of old Ipswich town,}

_{Where Whitefield preached in the church on the hill,}

_{Driving out the Devil till he leaped down}

_{From the steeple's top, where they show you still,}

_{Imbedded deep in the solid rock,}

_{The indelible print of his cloven hoof,}

_{And tell you the Devil has never shown}

_{Face or hoof since that day in the honest town.}

_{I love to think of old Ipswich town;}

_{Where they shut up the witches until the day}

_{When they should be roasted so thoroughly brown,}

_{In Salem village twelve miles away;}

_{They've moved it off for a stable now;}

_{But there are the holes where the stout jail stood,}

_{And, at night, they say that over the holes}

_{You can see the ghost of old Goody Coles}

_{I love to think of old lpswich town;}

_{That house at your right, a rod or more,}

_{Where the stern old elm-trees seem to frown}

_{If you peer to hard through the open door,}

_{Sheltered the regicide judges three}

_{When the royal sheriffs were after them,}

_{And a queer old villager once I met,}

_{Who says in the cellar they're living yet.}

_{I love to think of old Ipswich town;}

_{Harry Main- you have heard the tale- lived there;}

_{He blasphemed God, so they put him down}

_{With an iron shovel, at Ipswich Bar;}

_{They chained him there for a thousand years,}

_{As the sea rolls up to shovel it back;}

_{So when the sea cries, the good wives say}

_{"Harry Main growls at his work to-day."}

_{I love to think of old Ipswich town;}

_{There's a graveyard .up on the old High Street,}

_{Where ten generations are looking down}

_{On the one that is toiling at their feet;}

_{Where the stones stand shoulder to shoulder, like troops}

_{Drawn up to receive a cavalry charge,}

_{And graves have been dug in graves, till the sod}

_{Is the mould of good men gone to God.}

_{I love to think of old Ipswich town,}

_{Old Ipswich town in the east countree,}

_{Whence on the tide, you can float down}

_{Through the long salt grass to the wailing sea,}

_{And lie all day on the glassy beach,}

_{And learn the lesson the green waves teach,}

_{Till at sunset, from surf and seaweed brown,}

_{You are pulling back to Ipswich town.}

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