The American Girl.Our hearts are with our native land,Our song is for her glory;Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,Our lips breathe out her story.Her lofty hills and valleys green,Are shining bright before us;And like a rainbow sign is seenHer proud flag waving o’er us.And there are smiles upon our lipsFor those who meet her foemen,For glory’s star knows no eclipse,When smiled upon by woman.For those who brave the mighty deep,And scorn the threat of danger,We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weepFor every ocean ranger.Our hearts are with our native land,Our songs are for her freedom;Our prayers are for the gallant bandWho strike where honor leads them.We love the taintless air we breathe,’Tis freedom’s endless power;We’ll twine for him an endless wreathWho scorns a tyrant’s power.They tell of France’s beauties fair,Of Italy’s proud daughters,Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.We need not boast their haughty charmsThough lords around them hover,Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—AFreemanfor a lover!
The American Girl.Our hearts are with our native land,Our song is for her glory;Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,Our lips breathe out her story.Her lofty hills and valleys green,Are shining bright before us;And like a rainbow sign is seenHer proud flag waving o’er us.And there are smiles upon our lipsFor those who meet her foemen,For glory’s star knows no eclipse,When smiled upon by woman.For those who brave the mighty deep,And scorn the threat of danger,We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weepFor every ocean ranger.Our hearts are with our native land,Our songs are for her freedom;Our prayers are for the gallant bandWho strike where honor leads them.We love the taintless air we breathe,’Tis freedom’s endless power;We’ll twine for him an endless wreathWho scorns a tyrant’s power.They tell of France’s beauties fair,Of Italy’s proud daughters,Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.We need not boast their haughty charmsThough lords around them hover,Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—AFreemanfor a lover!
The American Girl.Our hearts are with our native land,Our song is for her glory;Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,Our lips breathe out her story.Her lofty hills and valleys green,Are shining bright before us;And like a rainbow sign is seenHer proud flag waving o’er us.And there are smiles upon our lipsFor those who meet her foemen,For glory’s star knows no eclipse,When smiled upon by woman.For those who brave the mighty deep,And scorn the threat of danger,We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weepFor every ocean ranger.Our hearts are with our native land,Our songs are for her freedom;Our prayers are for the gallant bandWho strike where honor leads them.We love the taintless air we breathe,’Tis freedom’s endless power;We’ll twine for him an endless wreathWho scorns a tyrant’s power.They tell of France’s beauties fair,Of Italy’s proud daughters,Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.We need not boast their haughty charmsThough lords around them hover,Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—AFreemanfor a lover!
Our hearts are with our native land,Our song is for her glory;Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,Our lips breathe out her story.Her lofty hills and valleys green,Are shining bright before us;And like a rainbow sign is seenHer proud flag waving o’er us.
Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her glory;
Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,
Our lips breathe out her story.
Her lofty hills and valleys green,
Are shining bright before us;
And like a rainbow sign is seen
Her proud flag waving o’er us.
And there are smiles upon our lipsFor those who meet her foemen,For glory’s star knows no eclipse,When smiled upon by woman.For those who brave the mighty deep,And scorn the threat of danger,We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weepFor every ocean ranger.
And there are smiles upon our lips
For those who meet her foemen,
For glory’s star knows no eclipse,
When smiled upon by woman.
For those who brave the mighty deep,
And scorn the threat of danger,
We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weep
For every ocean ranger.
Our hearts are with our native land,Our songs are for her freedom;Our prayers are for the gallant bandWho strike where honor leads them.We love the taintless air we breathe,’Tis freedom’s endless power;We’ll twine for him an endless wreathWho scorns a tyrant’s power.
Our hearts are with our native land,
Our songs are for her freedom;
Our prayers are for the gallant band
Who strike where honor leads them.
We love the taintless air we breathe,
’Tis freedom’s endless power;
We’ll twine for him an endless wreath
Who scorns a tyrant’s power.
They tell of France’s beauties fair,Of Italy’s proud daughters,Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.We need not boast their haughty charmsThough lords around them hover,Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—AFreemanfor a lover!
They tell of France’s beauties fair,
Of Italy’s proud daughters,
Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,
And nymphs of Shannon’s waters.
We need not boast their haughty charms
Though lords around them hover,
Our glory lies in freedom’s arms—
AFreemanfor a lover!