Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green, And sparkling are thy rills, And lovely are thy vales between Thy fair and verdant hills. Though far away I plow the sea, Or in far countries roam, My heart with fondness clings to thee, Sweet Maryland, my home!
Long years have passed since, when a boy, I roamed thy fields with glee, Or on thy waters, bright with joy, Dashed outward to the sea. How fair, how dear those scenes to me - Thy skies, how bright above; At night's pale hour I dream of thee, Sweet Maryland, my love!
What joy to see thee yet once more. To hail thy favored land; How gladly would I leap on shore, To tread thy silver strand! And I will cross Atlantic's main, When summer days shall come, To roam the woods and hills again Of Maryland, my home.
LOUIS BONSAL, Bookseller and Blank Book Manufacturer, Corner of Baltimore and Frederick Sts., Baltimore, Md. Old Books Re-Bound and Blanks Books made to Order. Songs - Wholesale and Retail.
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