The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1854-10-14
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The Granite State


We have come from The mountain.
We have come from the mountain,
we nave come from the mountain.
Of the Old Granite State!
We're band Of brothsrs,
We're band of brothers,
We're a band of brothers,
And we live among the hills,
With band of music,
With band of music,
With band OF music,
We're passing round the world.
we nave left our agel parents,
We have eff, onr aged parents.
We have left our aged parents,
In the cid Granite State.
We obtained their blessing,
We obtained their blessing.
We obtained their blessing,
And we blessed them in return.
Good cd fashioned singers,
Good old fashioned singers.
Good old fashioned singers,
Can make the air resouni.
We've eight other brothers,
And OF sisters Just another,
Besides our father and mother,
In the old Granite State.
With our pres.n. number,
With our -escnt number,
With our present number,
There are fifteen in our tribe.
Thirteen sons and daahsters,
Thirteen sons and daughters,
Thirteen sons and daughters,
And their history we bring.
Yes, while the air is ringing,
With their wild mountain singing,
We Ihe new, TO you are bringing,
FAm the old Granite State.
'Tis the tribe Of Jesse,
lis the tribe Of jesse,
It's the ibe Of Jesse,
And their several namd we sing,
'l'ls the tribe of Jesse,
lis tie tribe Of Jesse,
IT'S he tribe OF Jesse,
And their several names we sing.
David. Noah, Andrew, Iaphy,
Caleb, Joshua, Jesse and Benny,
Jad,cn, Rhoda, John aal ASS,
Aaa abba are our names,
We're the sons Of Mary,
OF The tribe of Jesse,
And we now address Ye
With our native mountain song.
We're the sous # Mary,
OF the tribe Of Jesse,
And We now address ye
With our native mountain song,
We're all real yankees,
We're all real yankees,
We're all zeal yaakats,
From the ED Granite State
And BY prudent guessing,
Aud b. prudent guessing,
And BY prudent guessing,
We shall white through The world.
And by prudsal guessing,
And by pradent guessing,
And by prudent guessing,
We shall white through The world.
Liberty is our motto,
Liberty is our motto,
Liberty is our motto,
In the old Granite State
We despise oppression,
We despise oppression,
We despise oppression,
And we cannot be ensiayed
We despise oppression,
We despise oppression,
We despise oppression,
And we canno, be auslaye4,
Yes. we're friends Of emancipateh,
Ard wen sing the proclamation,
Till j, echoes through onr nation,
From the old Granite Ssate,
Tha, the tribe Of Jesse,
That the tribe Of Jesse,
That the tribe Of Jesse,
Are the friends Of eqnal rights,
That the tribe Of Jesse
That the tribe Of Jesse
That the tribe OF Jesse
Are the friends of equal rights
We're all Westinghouse,
Yes. we're all Washingtonans,
Heaven bless the Washlnstonians,
or the old Granite State
We're al, tee-totGllers,
We're all tee-totallers,
We're all tee-iotailefs,
And have signed the temperance pieo
We're all tee-totallers'
We're all tee-totallers,
We're all tce-totaliers,
And have signed the temperance P'sd'
Now three cheers altogether,
Shout Co!umbia's people ever,
Yankee hearts none can sever,
In the old Sister State,
Like our sires before US,
We will swell the chorus,
Till the heavens o'er us,
SHAH rebound the loud hazha'
Like our siIes before US,
We'll will swell the chorus;
Till the heavens o'cr US
Shall rebound the loud huzza