Of all the mighty nations in the East or in the West,
The glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best;
We have room for all creation, and our banner is unfurled,
With a general invitation to the people of the world.
Then come along, come along, make no delay,
Come from every nation, come from every way;
Our lands they are broad enough, don’t feel alarm,
For Uncle Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.
St. Lawrence is our Northern line, far’s her waters flow,
And the Rio Grande our Southern bound, way down in Mexico;