Grand
State of Maine, proudly we sing
To tell your glories to the land
To shout your praises till the
echoes ring
Should fate unkind send us to
roam
The scent of the fragrant pines,
The tang of the salty sea will
call us home.
Oh,
Pine Tree State
Your woods, fields and hills
Your lakes, streams and
rockbound coast
Will ever fill our hearts with
thrills
And tho' we seek far and wide
Our search will be in vain
To find a fairer spot on earth
Than Maine! Maine! Maine!