The Frenchman came; the Irishman; the German, Scotch, and Norse;
And every mother’s son of them, a man of strength and force,
That threw himself into the work with hands and heart and brain,
That labored for our Country’s weal with all his might and main,
Their children, born beneath our flag and fostered in our schools,
Hold for the land of liberty a love that never cools;
They all are real Americans—Americans through and through
They stand for order, law, and right, for all that’s good and true.
So in this pageant of to-day as episodes unfold
The marvels of our progress; as our wondrous growth is told,