As we go marching on.
Chorus—
We may seem a little older for our heads are silvered o'er,
But our hearts are still as young as they were in days of yore,
And we still recount the blessings the future has in store
As we go marching on.
Chorus—
This is a goodly land where we have lived and loved together;
We have borne the heat of Summer and faced the coldest weather.
Glory, hallelujah! our Iowa forever!