I first acquainted was with this Fine and tempestuous land While a-crossing o'er the saintly trap Laid down by a hangman's hand We christened it proudly Revere Reach To flatter its bountiful sound Addressed it to swallows and wood pigeons all And black-headed gulls on the call Three swans there be a-paddling close Approaching tenderly With countenance regal viewing their home With a warmth and sympathy The day it melts into the night And the stars begin to smile The moon shines over Revere Reach And we decide to stay for awhile I first acquainted was with this Fine and tempestuous land While a-crossing o'er the saintly trap Laid down by a heavenly hand We laugh and we sigh A-bring a tear to an eye Such joy will ever remain Until the end of our day