  Oh, happy Independence Day, We love thy honored name, Dear happy Independence Day Is with us once again. Over a hundred years ago, This day first won its fame, And tho' the long years come and go, 'Tis remembered just the same. We are a band of people true, We love our native home, Its environments, its skies of blue, From it we'll never roam. Let us forget the soldiers never, Who battle to be free, Who fought King George's army, From far across the sea. They left their dear beloved home To chase the cruel foe, O'er deserted battle fields to roam Midst suffering, pain and woe. Those soldiers now are sleeping To chase the cruel foe, O'er deserted battle fields to roam Midst suffering pain and woe. Those soldiers now are sleeping On plain, and hill, and shore, Their titles we are keeping, But they'll be here no more. When wars wild note was sounded When the cry for freedom came, England's hosts had landed To win her glorious fame. Alas, the British finally knew They could no longer stay, They left our brave and daring few And quickly sailed away. Alas, those dreadful days are gone, No one remains to tell, Of struggles made, and burdens bore, For the land we love so well. We love the mother country yet, Her name we still adore, Her kindness we can ne'r forget, But we'll be bound no more. Oh, happy Independence Day How dear to us the name! Oh, happy Independence Day Is with us once again. —By Mamie Crosby. |
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