Land of cold winters, deep rivers and floods,
Hot summers, broad prairies and wide spreading woods,
Land where the surplus of earth may be fed--
Where millions have come to partake of thy bread.
The great land of freedom from tyranny's thrall,
Where fortune dispenses her favors to all.
Land where all people are welcome, who come,
Land where industry is promised a home,
The great land of commerce, preferment and wealth,
Regardless, too often, of morals or health,
Perhaps I may love thee, yet Erin shall be
That green spot of earth, still the dearest to me.