Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools.
Your saws and your axes, your hammers and rules:
Bring your mallets and planes, your level and line,
And plenty of pins of American pine;
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
A government firm, and our citizens free.
Come, up with the plates, lay them firm on the wall,
Like the people at large, they’re the ground-work of all
Examine them well, and see that they’re sound;
Let no rotten part in our building be found;
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
Our government firm, and our citizens free
Now hand up the girders, lay each in its place
Between them the joints must divide all the space;
Like assembly-men, these should lie level along,
Like girders, our senate prove loyal and strong:
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
A government firm, over citizens free.
The rafters now frame–your king-posts and braces,
And drive your pins home, to keep all in their places;
Let wisdom and strength in the fabric combine,
And your pins be all made of American pine;
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
A government firm, over citizens free.
Our king-posts are judges–how upright they stand,
Supporting the braces, the laws of the land!
The laws of the land, which divide right from wrong,
And strengthen the weak, by weak’ning the strong;
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
Laws equal and just, for a people that’s free.
Up! up with the rafters–each frame is a state!
How nobly they rise! their span, too, how great!
From the north to the south, o’er the whole they extend,
And rest on the walls, while the walls they defend!
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
Combined in strength, yet as citizens free.
Now enter the purlins, and drive your pins through,
And see that your joints are drawn home, and all true;
The purlins will bind all the rafters together,
The strength of the whole shall defy wind and weather:
For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be–
United as states, but as citizens free.
Come raise up the turret–our glory and pride–
In the centre it stands, o’er the whole to preside;
The sons of Columbia shall view with delight
It’s pillars, and arches, and towering height;
Our roof is now rais’d, and our song still shall be–
A federal head, o’er a people still free.
Huzza! my brave boys, our work is complete,
The world shall admire Columbia’s fair seat;
It’s strength against tempests and time shall be proof,
And thousands shall come to dwell under our ROOF.
Whilst we drain the deep bowl, our toast still shall be–
Our government firm, and our citizens free.
–Francis Hopkinson, July 4, 1788
(published in The American Museum)
Hopkinson wrote this poem in honor of the Grand Federal Procession in Philadelphia on July 4, 1788, a celebration of the new American Constitution. I don’t know about you, but Hopkinson’s poem makes me want to spend my weekend honoring those great Americans who created this nation by doing some timberframing!
Laura Rigal, in her 1996 article entitled “‘Raising the Roof’: Authors, Spectators and Artisans in the Grand Federal Procession of 1788” in Theatre Journal, gives a detailed description of the procession (she is quoting from published accounts from a magazine called “The American Museum”):
“Organized into “companies” or “corps,” and making up the Procession’s largest contingent, Philadelphia’s artisans wore the costumes and carried the emblems, flags, and implements of their respective trades: journeymen and apprentice ropemakers walked behind their masters with “spinning clouts” in hand and “hemp around their waist.” Coach painters carried “pallettes and pencils” while the house, ship, and sign painters held “gilded brushes” and “gold hammers” and followed a standard bearing: “three shields in a field azure: crest, a hand holding a brush, proper”: the motto, “Virtue alone is true nobility.” Bricklayers marched with trowels, “plumrules,” and a flag representing “the Federal city rising” beneath a rising sun: its motto, “both buildings and rulers are the works of our hands.”
In the course of the three-hour parade, the larger or more heavily capitalized industries performed the procedures of their respective crafts on rolling platforms, or stages, drawn by horses past the huge crowd which lined the streets, perched “on fences, scaffolds, and roofs of houses.” The sail-makers made sails on a stage “representing the inside view of a sail-loft with masters and men at work, “while the boatbuilders built a boat thirteen feet long, “which was . . . nearly completed during the procession.” On a stage representing a miniature coachmakers’ shop (169 x 89 x 99), “a master-workman” performed his tasks alongside “a body and carriage-maker, a wheelwright, a trimmer, and a harness-maker . . . and a painter ornamenting a body.” Three hundred cordwainers marched six abreast, “each wearing a white leather apron, embellished with the company’s arms . . . above, the arms, [St.] CRISPIN, holding a laurel branch in his right hand, and a scroll of parchment in his left.” They followed a “carriage drawn by four horses, representing a cordwainer’s shop, in which six men were actually at work . . . the shop hung round with shoes, boots, etc.”
One hundred journeymen and apprentice cabinet and chair makers, wearing “linen aprons and buck’s tails in their hats,” followed “a workshop on a carriage” whose wall bore the sign “federal cabinet and chair-shop”; their masters marched six abreast in front of the stage. The saddlemakers rode in a model saddler’s shop where “Mr. Stephen Burrows and a number of hands at work . . . complet[ed] a neat saddle during the procession.” A company of gunsmiths wearing “green baize aprons with green strings” accompanied a rolling platform bearing the sign “federal armory,” with a “number of hands thereon at work,” performing the production of military hardware. A model blacksmith’s shop followed as the peacetime counterpart to gunsmithing: more than two hundred “brother blacksmiths, whitesmiths and nailers” walked behind “a machine drawn by nine horses” which represented a “federal blacksmith, whitesmith, and nailer’s manufactory” with a “real chimney . . . furnished for use.” The motto on their standard read: “by hammer and hand, all arts do stand.” As Francis Hopkinson reports in his “Account of the Grand Federal Procession” this “manufactory was in full employ during the procession”: the “blacksmiths completed a set of plough-irons out of old swords, worked a sword into a sickle,” and “turned several horseshoes” while a whitesmith “finished a complete pair of plyers, a knife, and some machinery” and the nailers “finished and sold a considerable number of spikes, nails, and broadtacks.”
Now that is a parade! I first came across this in 2001 and I have looked off and on for drawings of the procession from 1788. It must have been a sight to behold. New York had a similar procession on July 23, 1788 and a few images from that procession can be seen here: https://www.nyhistory.org/web/crossroads/gallery/celebrations/index.html
Here is the centerpiece of the New York Procession, the Federal Ship Hamilton:
Federal Ship Hamilton
This page contains descriptions of the events in Boston on February 8, 1788:
http://www.wisconsinhistory.org/ratification/digital/resource/supplements/mass.supp.0695.htm
To close, here’s another similar poem, supposedly written by Benjamin Franklin, also on the occasion of the Philadelphia Grand Federal Procession of 1788. I like the Hopkinson one better, but this one isn’t too shabby.
YE merry Mechanics, come join in my song,
And let the brisk chorus go bounding along;
Though some may be poor, -and some rich there may be,
Yet all are contented, and happy, and free.
Ye Tailors! of ancient and noble renown,
Who clothe all the people in country or town,
Remember that Adam, your father and head,
The lord of the world, was a tailor by trade.
Ye Masons! who work in stone, mortar, and brick,
And lay the foundation deep, solid, and thick,
Though hard be your labour, yet lasting your fame;
Both Egypt and China your wonders proclaim.
Ye Smiths! who forge tools for all trades here below,
You have nothing to fear while you smite and you blow;
All things may you conquer, so happy your lot,
If you’re careful to strike while your iron is hot.
Ye Shoemakers! noble from ages long past,
Have defended your rights with your all to the last.
And Cobblers, all merry, not only stop holes,
But work night and day for the good of our soles,
Ye Cabinetmakers! brave workers in wood,
As you work for the ladies, your work must be good
And Joiners and Carpenters, far off and near,
Stick close to your trades, and you’ve nothing to fear
Ye Hatters! who oft with hands not very fair,
Fix hats on a block for a blockhead to wear;
Though charity covers a sin now and then,
You cover the heads and the sins of all men.
Ye, Coachmakers, must not by tax be controll’d,
But ship off your coaches, and fetch us home gold;
The roll of your coach made Copernicus reel,
And fancy the world to turn round like a wheel.
And Carders, and Spinners, and Weavers attend,
And take the advice of Poor Richard, your friend;
Stick close to your looms, your wheels, and your card,
And you never need fear of the times being hard.
Ye Printers! who give us our learning and news,
And impartially print for Turks, Christians, and Jews,
Let your favourite toasts ever bound in the streets,
The freedom of speech and a volume in sheets.
Ye Coopers! who rattle with drivers and adze,
A lecture each day upon hoops and on heads,
The famous old ballad of Love in a Tub,
You may sing to the tune of your rub a dub.
Ye Shipbuilders! Riggers! and Makers of sails!
Already the new constitution prevails!
And soon you shall see o’er the proud swelling tide,
The ships of Columbia triumphantly ride.
Each Tradesman turn out with his tools in his hand,
To cherish the arts and keep peace through the land:
Each ‘Prentice and Journeyman join in my song,
And let the brisk chorus go bounding along.