Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Child of law and liberty,

Thou art always true and tender,

Thou art ever dear to me!

I will always praises render

To the grandeur of thy worth,

For the fortunes all presided

At the moment of thy birth.

Pleasures in their pure completeness

O'er thy pleasant prairies shine,

And the raptures run with fleetness

Through the happy vales of thine.

Thou art empress of the angels,

Thou art queen of all the gods,

And the happiness of heaven

O'er thy laughing valleys nods.

I will always crown with praises

All thy glories, O, my state;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Thou art greatest of the great!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Bravest are thy noble sons,

In the thunders of the battle,

And the roaring of the guns!

Flash of sword and musket's rattle

Never fearful terror gave

To the staunch and valiant bosoms

Of thy happy hosts and brave.

When the roars of hell grow louder,

And the mountains shake in fright,

In the lurid clouds of powder,

They are foremost in the fight;

And when bayonet and musket,

Sword and saber, slaughter cease,

They are tenderest and truest

In the silent ways of peace.

O, my state! A stream of greatness

From thy mighty people runs;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Bravest are thy noble sons!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Fairest are thy daughters fair,

In the thousand deeds of duty

Thou hast given them to bear;

Peerless is their wondrous beauty,

Bright with blushes as the rose,

Pure as petals of the lily,

White as newly-fallen snows;

And their voices bright with blessing

Banish misery and woe,

While their fingers' soft caressing

Soothes the fevers from the brow.

Souls are always blessed with brightness

Bosoms filled with goodly pearls,

Hearts forever harvest gladness,

In the glances of thy girls.

They are robed in golden garments,

Nature's vestments, rich and rare;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Fairest are thy daughters fair!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Sweetest are thy happy homes,

Smiling in the holy gladness

Which above thee always roams;

They are never linked with sadness,

They are never bound with pains,

For the sunshine of enjoyment

Rules the people of thy plains.

Songs are singing with thy maidens,

Music echoes with thy wives,

Rapture slays the grief that ladens

All the gladness of their lives.

Happiness is with thy husbands,

And thy swains are blest with joy,

While the fondest rapture rises

In the hearts of girl and boy.

Pleasures linger in thy woodlands,

Gladness on thy prairies roams;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Sweetest are thy happy homes!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Thou shall ever live in song;

Freedom, near to nature, raises

Temples that to thee belong;

Minstrels shall in merry praises

Wind their music o'er thy name

Till the voices of the ages

Shout for thee in wild acclaim;

They shall sing with tender pleasure

Beauty of thy daughters true;

Sing, in high, exultant measure,

Deeds thy sons in battle do.

Sages shall in wisdom offer

Full rewards of love to thee,

And shall crown thy land and people

Favorites of liberty.

All thy glory shall be shining

Through the cycles clear and strong;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Though shall ever live in song!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Romance of the ages, thou!

Now, unknown; a moment later.

Kingly crowns upon thy brow!

Child of all the nations, greater

Shall thy splendors year by year

Grow unfading, bringing bounties

Full of happiness and cheer!

Morning saw a desert sleeping,

Worn and wasted with distress;

Night beheld an empire keeping

Watch above the wilderness.

Progress with her wand of magic

Touched the sleeping valleys bright,

And they leaped with instant vigor,

Shaking out their locks of might;

Earth shall send her fairest blossoms

As a garland for thy brow;

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Romance of the ages thou!