Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She ll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You cant imagine why or whence; Then in a momentPresto, pass! Your joys are withered like the grass;
A song for our banner! The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: United we stand, divided we fall! It made and preserves us a nation!2
The union of lakes, the union of lands, The union of States none can sever, The union of hearts, the union of hands, And the flag of our Union forever!