Oh, oft when I come to the city

Keep the Path Clear

Oh, do not trifle with friendship

IN THE LAND OF DAKOTA

[Pg 9]

[Pg 9]

IN THE LAND OF DAKOTA

In the East ye struggle for glory

And power, and wealth, and fame,

And time ye expend, and much labor,

To trace down your ancestors’ name;

But here in the land of Dakota

Where the winds sweep over the plains,

Is winnowed away much useless “chaff,”

And only true worth remains.

In the East ye crush out the life-blood

Of innocent children, grown old

By premature toiling and labor

To fill up your coffers with gold;

But here in the Land of Dakota

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