Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy rolling prairies;

Thy “bad lands” ’yond Missouri’s bed

The fertile valley of the Red—

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy rolling prairies.

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy sunset fires;

Thy sunny days, thy azure skies,

Thy starry nights, thy sunrise dyes—

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy sunset fires.

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy modest wild rose;

Thy fields of waving, golden grain,

Like billows on a boundless main—

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy modest wild rose.

Dakota Land, Dakota Land,

We love thy changing seasons;

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