O! the war is over now,
 And we're safe at home again,
And the cause we starved and suffered for is won;
 But we never can forget,
'Mid our woe and 'mid our pain,
 How the glorious union boys came marching on.
  Cho.—Yes, yes, yes, the boys came marching, etc.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
 Of thee I sing!
Land where my fathers died;
Land of the pilgrim's pride;
From every mountain-side
 Let freedom ring!

My native country! thee,
Land of the noble free,
 Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
 Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees.