Uncle Sam’s Farm
Words & music: Jesse Hutchinson Jr.
(published by Geo. P. Reed & Co., Boston, 1850)
Of all the mighty nations in the east or in the west,
O this glorious yankee nation
Is the greatest and the best,
We have room for all creation,
And our banner is unfurl’d,
Here’s gen’ral invitation
To the people of the world.
Then come along, come along, make no delay;
Come from ev’ry nation, come from ev’ry way,
Our lands, they are broad enough
Don’t be alarm’d
For Uncle Sam is rich enough
To give us all a farm.
St. Lawrence marks our Northern line
As fast her waters flow;
And the Rio Grande our Southern bound,
’Way down to Mexico.
From the great Atlantic Ocean
Where the sun begins to dawn,
Leap across the Rocky mountains
Far away to Oregon.
Our fathers gave us Liberty,
But little did they dream
The grand results that pour along
This mighty age of Steam;
For our mountains, lakes and rivers,
Are all a blaze of fire,
And we send our news by lightning
On the telegraphic wires.
While the South shall raise the Cotton,
And the West the Corn, and Pork,
New England Manufactories
Shall do up the finer work;
For the deep and flowing waterfalls
That course along our hills,
Are just the thing for washing Sheep,
And driving Cotton Mills.
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 nations must remember
That Uncle Sam is not a fool,
For the people do the voting,
And the children go to school.