Uncle Sam's Farm





Of all the mighty nations in the East or in the West,

Oh! this glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best.

We have room for all creation and our banner is unfurled.

Hear a general invitation to the people of the world.



Chorus



Then, come along, come along, make no delay

Come from every nation, come from every way,

Our lands, they are broad enough, don't be alarmed

For Uncle Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.



St. Lawrence markes our northern line a fast as her waters flow,

And the Rio Grand our southern bound way down to Mexico.

From the great Atlantic Ocean where the sun begins to dawn,

Leapes across the Rocky mountains far away to Oregon.



While the South shall raise the cotton and the West the corn and pork

New England manufacturers shall do up the finest work,

For the deep and flowing waterfalls that course along our hills,

Are just the thing for washing sheep and driving cotton mills.



Our fathers gave us Liberty but little did they dream

The great result that pour along this mighty age of stream,

For our mountains,lakes,and rivers  are all ablaze of fire,

And we send our news by lighting on the telegraph wire.



Yes, we're bound to beat the nations for our motto's Go Ahead

And we'll tell the foreign paupers that our people are well fed,

For the nation must remember Uncle Sam is not a fool,

For the people do the voting and the children go to school.





(From a ms. written in 1905 and belonging to Mary Alice Hoover's grandmother.)