True Blue, it flows in the soft blue vein
Of a bosom that’s fair and true,
As the violet, soften’d by heaven’s own rain,
Is tinged with the heavenly hue.
True Blue, it is seen in the distant vale,
Where the fond hearts love to roam,
It curls in the smoke from the shelter’d dale,
As it guides the wanderer home.
True Blue hangs glorious over the wave,
From a thousand ships unfurl’d,