And calmly he rests in his green, mossy bed,—
His earthly career, although it is passed,
On history’s pages forever will last.
Here’s to our country, sweet land of the free,
Here’s to our nation’s great liberty tree,
Here’s to our banner to freedom unfurled,
Here’s to our eagle, king bird of the world.
Here’s to our Union, as firm as the hills,
Here’s to the rivers that turn the great mills,
Here’s to our mountains of silver and gold,