and o’er Spain
And now, I’ll return to Wisconsin
again.
I have viewed California’s far famed, golden
shores,
Its rivers and mountains and silvery ores,
Its orchards and vineyards and green fields
of grain,
Yet my thoughts wandered back to Wis-
consin again.
In the sweet sunny south, where the orange
tree grows,
And the proud Mississippi toward the gulf
stream flows,
On its banks, I have strolled, or have care-
lessly lain
And have thought of Wisconsin again and
again.
Speed, speed Locomotive, along the steel
rail,
May your wheels never weary, your steam
never fail,
Through forest and meadow, o’er prairie
and plain,
I long to behold dear Wisconsin again.
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