You
asked what land I love the best,
Iowa, tis Iowa,
The fairest State of all the
west, Iowa, O! Iowa,
From yonder Misissippi's stream
To where Missouri's waters gleam
O! fair it is as poet's dream,
Iowa, in Iowa.
See
yonders fields of tasseled corn,
Iowa in Iowa,
Where plenty fills her golden
horn, Iowa in Iowa,
See how her wonderous praries
shine.
To yonder sunset’s purpling
line,
O! happy land, O! land of mine,
Iowa, O! Iowa.
And she has maids whose laughing
eyes, Iowa, O! Iowa.
To him whose loves were
Paradise, Iowa, O! Iowa
O! happiest fate that e’er was
known.
Such eyes to shine for one
alone,
To call such beauty all his own.
Iowa, O! Iowa
Go
read the story of thy past.
Iowa, O! Iowa
What glorious deeds, what fame
thou hast! Iowa, O! Iowa
So long as time’s great cycle
runs,
Or nations weep their fallen
ones,
Thou’lt not forget thy patriot
sons, Iowa, O! Iowa
