There's a smile on the face, and a light in the heart,
Of the many at work on Committee for Art;
Our signal for work, work in old and in new,
Is heard day and night in our stirring halloo.
Then halloo, halloo, halloo, comrades all.
We will hunt up their names and pursue them with beagles,
Put their souls in a flame, for our flag and its eagles.
Then gather, gather, gather,
Gather, gather, gather!
While there's autograph letter, or picture in closet,
We will gather them all, to make a deposit.
Ridgewood's low mountains, and Brooklyn's church towers,
Flatbush and Jamaica, are certainly ours.
Embarrassed with riches we surely shall be,
And we want to bring every one hither to see.
Then halloo, halloo, halloo, comrades all.
Thro' the depths of East River the steed shall career,
O'er Huntington's mountains the steamer shall steer,
And the rocks of Fort Hamilton soften and melt,
E'er our work be forgot or our zeal be unfelt!
We will hunt up all names and pursue them with beagles
From India, from China, comes help for our eagles.
Then gather, gather, gather,
Gather, gather, gather!
While there's idol, or image, or relic in closet,
We will gather them all, to make a deposit.