We thank you, old farm, forever
For the gift you have freely made
To the world and its hard endeavor,
Of the boys and the girls who played
On your beautiful hills and meadows,
Who digged in your kindly soil
And who learned in your sun and shadows
The lesson of honest toil.
We thank you for hands so ready
Their manifold tasks to do,
For minds that are keen and steady,
For hearts that are strong and true,
For people of lowly station,
For those who have won renown,
For the best who have served the nation
In the country and the town.