Then give three cheers for the boundless shores,
That the broad lake breezes fan,
Thou art dear to the hearts of thy loyal sons,
Beautiful Michigan.

Each hallowed spot of thy lake bound shores,
Each teeming city of thine,
Each village, hamlet, hillside, dale.
Thy forests of oak and pine.
Thy northern shores that are fondly kissed,
By Superior's sparkling wave,
Where thou yieldst rich ores from thy loving heart
Are dear to thy children brave.—Cho.

On the lakes and rivers winding through
Thy forests deep and dark,
Where swiftly glided in days gone by,
The savage warrior's bark,
Are smiling meadows, fertile fields,
Tilled by thy children free,
Who offer this day with thankful hearts
Their loyal homage to thee.—Cho.

Then blessings on thee, Michigan,
We wave thy banners gay,
And wish thee many glad returns,
Of this thy natal day;
We'll govern thee in coming years,
By laws both true and just,
And progress shall our watchword be
In God our hope and trust.—Cho.