Our Flag. (Air, "Hold the Fort." Pat's Pick, page 43.) 3 Sharp*. Oh, the flag of our own country, Let it wave on high; May the stars and stripes ne'er perish And no foe come nigh.

Chokus—Floating o'er the heads of freemen, May it wave above: O'er the homes we prize so dearly, And the land we love. Once it waved in time of bloodshed, O'er the battle-plain; Now above a land united, Free from slavery's stain. May we ever love its colors, Red and white and blue, May we one and all prove faithful, Faithful, kind and true. Michigan's Semi-Centennial Song.^[1] , (Air, "Dearest Mae," or "Last Cigar." Pats Pick, page 21.) To thee I sing, my own dear home, J Sharp: In the land of the setting sun, To thy hills and valleys, rivers and lakes. Thy beauties every one. Thou art dear to the hearts of thy ioyal sons, And thy daughters fond and true, Who greet thee today with pride and joy, And the glorious past review.

1. ↑ By a slight change of words this may be adapted to other states.